It was All Saints Day Wind and rain hit my face Ripped apart from lack of grace Now so torn You never said All of this would end so strange Walk to a church across the bridge Find my shame Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opens wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever November fades Never could put this mind to rest Step in the cold and on the mess Felling scorned I found myself Hinting with nothing to give or show Never gave or cared (a care), until now Now it's late Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opened wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever Pariah prophet faltering way too much Crazed crusades got me in a crux Like a mute without a voice With a bottle in my hand, make some noise It was All Saints Day...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
