And through this day. It's all the same. A constant fight on the inside. But in my heart. Your dwelling place. The strength will rise up through it all.
Tired of living like this now. The darkness closes in. Revealing all my shame. I am so broken. The cuts on my wrist. They betray me once again. I'm tired of living like this now.
I just came to say. That you are still loved. And that you have purpose. In this life. And do you remember. . The times that we shared. And sometimes I wonder.
There's something that I've gotta say. But I can't speak today. So many lost words. So many lost words. There's something that I've gotta say. But I can't speak today.
It's been such a long time since I've felt like myself. And I tried to get back where I was. But this season of change is still going strong. . And I know what it's like to be left in stock.
I don't understand. Your ways my Lord. Do you love me. I'm undeserving. . I need your power. I need your presence. I need your love. You're all I need.
(Don't want see you go away). (Away, away, away). Why do these thing always happen. And why can't we stop them. And why must every time seem like the last.
I was broken and lost. Abandoned and destroyed. And I've lost the will to fight. And it always finds me. In the darkest of my dreams. I'm slipping away.
I usually try to make peace with you. There are times when it was going too far. The rage is taking me over the top. You have crossed the line. . You crossed the line.
Give me the fire. secret desire. i have my reasons. no explanation. i feel a pressure. i live in prisons. . today's my time. you see a crime. i see salvation.
Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze. Nothing will ever bring him to his knees. Cold are the nights, long are the days. But no one can ever take love away.
Happy days (x4). we're going all the way (x3). . (Chrous). Happy days, happy days, happy days, we're going all the way. happy days, happy days, happyydays, we're going all the way.
Drink to our demolished home. Wher loss resides alone. Like a widow by the radio. Child, childhood is a place. Where sorrow comes of age. A widow by the radio.
Oh, Ive hoped for comfort. But Ive never felt too safe. And in this hard life. Ive had to navigate. Through un-exhausted. Has been my virtue. . Ooh, Ive hoped for comfort.
Weeping tree, shoulders to the sky. Never understood why. Weeping tree, should've let you go. How was I to know?. . And if you find a clue. I hope you find it soon.
To make you feel happy today, I'd play a tune for you change a song so blue to laughter, right after..... You kiss me in your magical way and touch a part of me people never see, believe it. I mean it..
Let the grass cool off your feet. Sip on old wine. Bake fresh bread to eat. Sing a song to me. And I'll play one for you. That comes to me. . Have you had a taste of honey?.
Let me tell you. . You're at the Jubilee or you're all alone. Because the more, the merrier is how. Friends all tell me so. The birds wake up the grass.
Have you heard about the war in france?. 6000 reasons not to dance. Nothing could comfort him. Blue is the blue, the blue within. . Have you heard about the fight for spain?.