I got a problem I hate to admit Hell, no one likes talkin' about it It's the painful condition of every man, I got a problem I hate to admit Hell, no one likes talkin' about it It's the painful condition of every man, We'd all be saints here without it
It's these beautiful things I'm like a moth to a flame And it's buring my wings away
It's money and sex It's money and drugs It's the longing to look young forever It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full It's all this destructive behavior
It's these beautiful flames I'm like a moth to a flame And it's burning my wings away
And noone promises tomorrow Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace And we've got love in our hearts And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
