know you read me like a book That's why we made it [Chorus (x2)] Even though the journey seems so far... [Breakdown] On & on baby I got your back On & on
to tears... On and on, to the darkness we proceed On and on, to the darkness we proceed On and on,and our time has nearly come, On and on... I know
Chorus:] Here the trumpet, blast the sound On and on No relief to be found On and on The things were like a scorpion With accuracy they strike And cries
Перевод: Уоттс, Исаак. Святых на земле, и те выше.
Riley] Do you like hits baby, got em goin crazy on BlackStreet You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and
off the phone and we can speak when I see you I put on my knickers My blue and white Pippens And headed to the station for some praisin' and kissin' And
And after all dear, what is idle babble for? Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and
is I'm complaining, But life keeps on complicating, an' I'm debating, On leaving this world, this evening, even my girls, Can see I'm grievin', I try and
old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt, and
She's got the time says she got time on her side Commanding the late boys eyes She runs around, knows all the streets by name So mysterious, shadows meet
life itself Over and over again And choose not to see Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame So you're the saint and I'm the sinner? You will
that I'm still breathing and that I'll Kill again. But the loneliness is too much for me to handle. But the taste for fresh blood, pushes me on. The
I'm not and I know not no property of high or low and I know where I come from and whereto I will go Rat race and symbols. Crucifix and flesh. Politics and fashion. Religion and
the dream We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way to deep We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint
brakes on the lost highway Yeah I'm busting loose, I'm letting go Out on this open road It's independence day on this lost highway I don't know where
was a holy man I'd get down on my knees So the angels that watch over her would give a break to me Holy Mother of saint bubble gum and sister band-aid
Screaming on the inside I am frail and withered Cover up the wounds That I can't hide Walls that lie between us The saint within the sinner I have