Our god. Is an awesome God he reigns. From heaven above. With wisdom,power and love. Our God. Is an awesome God he reigns. From heaven above. With wisdom,power and love.
Harness your hopes. Harness your hopes. On just one person. Because you know a harness. Was only made for one. . Don't telegraph your passes. You'll end up with molasses.
Run, run to the east confession trash. We dont need your thrills or your call-book cash. Let just, natures got plans to keep you up there. . Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor.
The sun sinks into a sea of light. It is drowned by the coming night. Crystal clear in every shade. Like all the lines there that we made. . It's a simple life.
Ah, shit, baby, canyon bro', your life is worked in. Dream about the witch trials. You get all too lot of pepper in your forecast. Beneath the shady mezzanine keep it when you want to belong.
(1st Verse). Every breathe you take. Every cent you make. No middle class tax-break, and you cant escape. Ill be taxing you. . (bridge). Oh cant you see.
Doctor's leaving for the holiday season. Got crystal ice picks no gift for the gab. And in the parking lot, is the sedan he bought. He never, he never complains when it's hot.
Barack the Magic Negro lives in D.C.. The L.A. Times, they called him that. 'Cause he's not authentic like me.. Yeah, the guy from the L.A. paper. Said he makes guilty whites feel good.
On an icy island in north, in the woods beside the church. We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt. And when the April thaw brings us out again. We can bless the arrows.
Come on in.... Grave architecture (x2). Walk the marble malls [? ]. The monuments to those who fall. And it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit. Stiff the crypt and the others are rough.
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.. Is it over me?. If it is, save your tears. For I'm not worth it, you see.. . For I'm the type of boy who is always on the roam,.
Go back to those gold soundz. And keep my advent to your self. Because it's nothing I don't like. Is it a crisis or a boring change?. When it's central, so essential,.
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.. Is it over me?. If it is, save your tears. For I'm not worth it, you see.. . For I'm the type of boy who is always on the roam,.
I dreamt a palace in the sky. It's silver doors were open wide. And though I longed to see within. I did not dare to go inside. . For there were ravens circling all around.
Go back to those gold sounds. And keep my advent to your self. Because it's nothing I don't like. Is it a crisis or a boring change?. . When it's central, so essential.
I dream a darker seeking ocean shore. The moon has drawn me to its soil. I glimpse, the shadow of a mystery. But floats beyond my fingers as I cry. . And the stars shine on the doom.