Vs 1. . Theres only one name. Who I cry out to. He sees inside. He changes lives. He can deliver. He is my healer. He is my refuge. My God in Him I trust.
I am tired of tears and lies. And I think its time to let go. Of the past I am scared. A little but thats ok. I can smile, now I can laugh. For with every touch of your gentle hands.
WE ARE WHO WE ARE. FALLING AND SHOOTING STARS. WE PRAY TO GOD ABOVE. AND PRAY ON THE ONES WE LOVE. HELD TO A HIGHER CALL. WE ARE THE RISE AND FALL. . WE ARE THE CRIMINALS.
Don't go away. And leave me here alone. I wish there was. Something I could say. . To make you turn around. And come back home. Why can't you stay?. Why can't you?.
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone. The sun came out today, we're born again. There's new grass on the field. . Rounding third and heading for home.
I loved what you did for me. It was so 20th century. You sang in a famous band. Your name ended up on my hand. It's such a long time ago. When we said our first hello.
I can see there's something in your eyes. You just took a fall from paradise. Saw the lipstick on your neck. Maybe you should just confess. . Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Rejoice rejoice. Good tidings I bring you. Hear ye a message to you my friend. Voices cry invoke your angels. When pressure drop it cannot conquer dread no.
You were standing there when I first laid eyes upon you. You were looking fair when I first set eyes upon you. . I was so scared to talk to you, yeah.
California he's coming. high hopes and. he thinks your stunning. . California he's on his way. and our city shouts. will he come back or stay. . because the suns out.
And I'd rather watch a sunset. Through cellophane and glass. Then ask just why we fly. . So why you gotta rock the boat?. Ain't it time for you to choke my love.
From my cradle to your grave. To this home, I am a slave. And darling, we look beautiful. Scratching in our cage. . I write to believe. In the love that I forget.
Welcome to, my church of mind. Step inside, and take the ride. All that's here, is my own view. No one converts; it's not your church. . Now I can see we all have our own church of mind.
There's smoke down by the river. Hear the cannon and the drum. I've got one thing to ask you honey. Can you run?. . You know I hate to ask so late. But the moment's finally come.
So child, we have to see this through. The choking has you foaming at the mouth. Our bodies convulsing on the floor. Like a fish out of water, the price of wanting more.