Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wonders and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak Let us, because we all have ears Let us, because we all have eyes
How they knew that this would happen? We're so run down
Good God, can you still get us home?
How can we still get home? I'm not dreaming We're forgetting our forgivenessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
