When you look into a night sky. You see the stars far away. You're seeing them because of the light. Which travels from them to you. . Now it takes time for light to travel here.
Stuart elliot vocal. . Ask yourself a question now there's a multiple choice. "you've only one shot, get it right", says a distance voice. Don't get your head into a spin.
You've bored my mind, resorted to trickery. You've tried to dominate, to break unity. Against all sense I've left my moral out. Your attitude force me to be evil.
From the power, the power of your faith. Is born the life's fire. Still believe, in the spiritual union. Still believe in your power. And live, and die in peace!.
Can you feel the scent of dreads?. Can you guess the coolness of stares?. Can you give blood for that?. Can you forget to keep control?. . Now you have to decide.
They've tried to do submissive servants. They've just succeed in doing fanatics. They've tried to do soulless killers. They've just succeed in reviving fire.
The evil flower's born in my spirit. And from my mist up conscience. I won't listen to anythink more.. I walk in the night, desperate. . Guiled by the death I'm spreading!.
They know our destiny. They feel our suffering. They wish our salvation. ...on the other side. . We persuade ourselves. That it death comes to the end.
for centuries your faithfuls were persecuted. many of them perished in the flames. by the holy road and church' names. . But your name stays high in our spirits.
And the same conflict, and the same enemies. And the same nobility and the same slaves. And the same gods and the same laws. And the same hate which raises us.
Child offered to God. Soul sold by his. You're his life. You're his force. . Fear their promises. They smell of lies. Shun their power. They will kill you.
There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion.
There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion.
There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion.
THE RASCAL OF JEFFERSON HIGH. . Monday morning Romeo at Jefferson High. I'm checking out the classroom for a cutie to catch my eye. Say you're the sweetest thing that I've ever seen, So.
TELL YOUR STORY. . Another Saturday night. Alone with no one to kiss. You're there crying and speechless from the pain. A story's there in your eyes. But not yet there on your lips.
Oh yeah. . Little boy wishes he wasn't small. He'd give his turtle to be six feet tall. He's got photos of Shaq and Ewing up on his wall. And he'd try a jump shot but he's afraid he'll fall down.
Each day I say, "Today won't be like yesterday". But it stays this way, today and every day. I pray that today will feel a different way. But it stays this way.
I can't get past you. You're everywhere. In my memory in my every prayer, oh I. I close my eyes,. But you're clearer there,. and I wonder. Am I under some kinda spell babe?.