Standing all alone wandering so far from home. Still too far to hear the voice that's calling. Something in a song, Something from a microphone. Something in the way you were so honest.
Aren't you just like nothing I've ever seen. Can I contain you in my rhyming scheme. You're the Lauriet of love. In the form of a dove. It's you I'm thinking of.
Gather round we gonna rock this town. We bring the sound and you look around. And wonder we do what we do. It's all because of you and a heart that's true.
I am a rock its all I do. And this is just my point of view. I want to praise Him. But I have no voice. Lucky you ,Lucky you. You have a choice. . If you don't praise Him, I will.
A million to one, take a shot. Lose it all, not a lot. Dig it in, facing east. Mind your armor, love the least. . Sing the song of the brave. Bring a saving grace.
I am an automated robot with a will of my own. I am the king of all I see upon a fake plastic throne. And I can tell you what you need as long as I don't supply.
Come on out of your shell. Take a hand and shake it well. Us plus you makes we. Won't you join our company. Cause I want to take you in. . We'll be there to stand on.
It was the lnad of the free. The home of the brave. A nation with trust in the power to save. Where did it go. What did it become. It was a freedom of.
When you wake up in your dream. And you don't remember what it means. You go looking to the sky. Asking why. . Look your throne is over-kinged. Crowded with so many things.
A father will do what he said he'll do. He sent love through His Son and then He died for you. A father will do what he said he'll do. He sent love through His Son and then He died.
Face is in the dirt again. Seems to be a normal trend. I wash in with the tide. You take my fault in stride. Even though I fall so fast. Your love for me has never past.
With my eyes, I can gaze at all the finger painted skies. With my ears, I can hear the old man laugh, the baby cry. With my mind, I can fly through the buckle of Orion's belt.
Black lines on grey. Put on display. Within this plastic red frame. Abstract at best. My soul will testify that I am not sane. . I turn the knobs to the left to the right.
I need You more than I admit or understand. To see You renew me and heal me once again. Pursue me to the end of everything I am. And teach me deplete me and keep me in Your hands.
There were 32 of us. Packed into an old churchbus. Back seat was reigning king. Shotgun, it didn't mean a thing. We'd washed a thousand cars. To land a ticket.
Negotovi med svetovi. Krog za krogom ujeti v čas. Ko že veš za vse viharje. Si razigran, a vendar si sam. . And now. I'm gonna show you how to breathe.
Whatever you want to see. Whatever you decide to believe. Whatever you say or you think. Whatever you know I'll agree. . I feel you slipping. I watch you fading.
This is the last of my sight. Tunnel ways under streets. In the control seat it became Christ. Postcards from ashtray dirty skies. All will be explained or we're just forgotten here.
Can't resist, full of lies, full of it and fully deny. Couldn't risk but couldn't decided anyway. I admit I would deceive, you are hit with this disease.
I hadn't expected this coming. I planned on something different. Towards the end I should have figured. Hooked to this support uncovered. With the fingers around me and the movement tightening.