We're not alone, not alone. Come eat my flesh down to the bone. My love remains, my love remains. Come drink my blood straight from my veins. . You're not alone, not alone.
See high upon that mountain. It's a mighty lamb of God. His eyes are a light and wonder. His wool drips with righteous blood. . And he sings:. Draw deep from me.
Hey beauty walk with me, through these streets that are ravished by war. Our reunion will bring the peace, and our love will call all to restoration's shores.
I love how you crawled into bed. After having a long day rest your head on my chest. Didn't have much to say all you wanted to do. was cuddle beside me.
I hate to see that evening sun go down. I hate to see that evening sun go down. Cause my baby, he's gone left this town. . Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today.
Breno: How great I am. Gotta tell myself, yeah. I'm the man. Looks grim right now. but pretty soon we'll be laughing about it. . Ooh, and it's alright.
Come forth. String along. The train waits for you no more. . You don't wanna miss the time train. All aboard. We're moving fast we're so buckled in. You're nowhere to be found.
Broken wheels cruise by. Just the third drive by. A light upon my will. Restless soul against the grain. A fresh new head to retain. A king around his land.
Welcome the people of the land. I'm glad to see you've made it. In this atmosphere. . The wind flies by its so obscene. And you're just on a trip with me.
Humans, a supposed force of love. Where did we get lost?. A socialistic rhyme makes a song line. In reverse of the everyday grind. I got a question for you.
It's waves throughout the mind. He's coming by. He's gonna hold you so tight. I'm the one they call Mr. Highvibe. Hold me down inside. Methodical eyes.
You want a little protection. From the thoughts deep inside. An intimate connection. Hidden fire in your eyes. With the infection spreading wide. No self denial.
Born alone on that twisted night. April's gonna stay. It wasn't long till you bought the knife. The world became that scary place. Oh all alone, just waiting on the phone.
Slowly I begin to realize. That the past and future have been tied. Like me and you in many ways. Like our dreams have played before these words. The taste of pain in this recipe.
The son of a teacher didn't learn a lot. Turning time with the hopeless in a vacant plot. Soaking up the streets in a colourful place. He lives in the spirit behind his face.
The useless man puts out his hand to paint dreams on a canvass o fair. And I understand for it is my soul that paints him right there. I drop a coin into his cup as I walk on by.
Underneath the harsh sun. Between boulders of lime. Stood many brave souls. Shedding through the time. Strong minds weren't put down by the blinding sun.
The world is in a situation filled with smoke and lights. Accompanied with the strand of time that's hypnotised by full moon nights. I lay down understanding a beginning but not the end ??.
Before you walk. Before we never talk. Before this moment is lost. Before the pain outweighs the cost. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay. Before you wave.
I think I'll go back in my headphones. Take a ride in a high drone. Move away far from home. Live life all on my own. Even if I drift far away I'll keep dreaming.