Текст песни: The Sisters Of Mercy. Wide Reciever.

You say
Where is my believer?
Waiting for the sign
Those feet off the ground
Where the stands in the air and the skies go wild
Tattered and torn, your feet never bleed
You say
Never mattered
More than finding
Fate is over and the hour is done
And

Where's your wide reciever?
Over the line

Where's your wide receiver
Over the border
Where's your wide receiver
Over the line
Where's your wide receiver
Over the edge and
Too far forward
Where's your wide receiver
Over the line
[Repeat to fade]