's a distance from you, it's a distance from you It's a distance from you, it's a distance from you It's a distance from you, it's a distance from you
you And I'm thinking about you too Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance from
Перевод: Всех Святых. Расстояние.
from you And I'm thinking about you too Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance from you Its a distance
Lost Love Trees have dropped their leaves, Clouds their waters All this burden is killing me Distance is covering your way, Tears your memory All this
strain Devote yourself to the power again Distance yourself from all that we vowed You broke those rules, you're my hostage now I am a sinner and I am a saint
saint The saint I aint Now all the hurt Is here again.... here again I find it so hard to be true But I'm gonna try my best for you And every distance
hope in the distance From cathedrals to third world missions Love will fall to the earth like a crashing wave Tonight's the night For the sinners and the saints
hope in the distance From cathedrals to third world missions Love will fall to the earth like a crashing wave Tonight?s the night For the sinners and the saints
to keep up or contend And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend I am not like you at all
thought that I would reach you Though I've been searching for, oh so many years This place I am seems unfamiliar But there's a light to break through all
Oh, la la la la, la la la la Oh, la la la la, la la la frisky I think I found a winner, with no ring around her finger Her dress from All Saints, but
and rolled up lit it Had a shorty that I brought home hit it Sent her on her way I got no time today With all this work I got no time to play Cash
'm telling you I built a wall, I cut you off Now there's no lies that's gonna fix this up I played the saint and a saint I ain't Now all the hurt is
Christ, you'd need the virtue of a saint to not succumb - overcome this Polkageist. The Horny Huntress: "A spirit sent to haunt you taunting all your
from leaving our senses Long forgotten in the dust Like the bones of some saint Beneath a church floor Who must have died for lack of light The color snapshots I sent you All
