God is alive; Magic is afoot. God is alive; Magic is afoot. God is afoot; Magic is alive. Alive is afoot.. Magic never died.. . God never sickened;. many poor men lied.
I needed you, I knew I was in danger. Of losing what I used to think was mine. You let me love you till I was a failure,. You let me love you till I was a failure.
I left a woman waiting. I met her sometime later. She said, I see your eyes are dead. What happened to you, lover?. What happened to you, my lover?. What happened to you, lover?.
I touched you once too often. Now I don't know who I am. My fingerprints were missing. When I wiped away the jam. Yes I called my fingerprints all night.
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread. "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete..
I was born in a beauty salon. My father was a dresser of hair. My mother was a girl you could call on. When you called she was always there [Repeat: x5].
From bitter searching of the heart,. Quickened with passion and with pain. We rise to play a greater part.. This is the faith from which we start:. Men shall know commonwealth again.
As the mist leaves no scar. On the dark green hill. So my body leaves no scar. On you and never will. Through windows in the dark. The children come, the children go.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel. I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel. I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl. I said, Look, you don't know me now but very soon you will.
As the mist leaves no scar. On the dark green hill. So my body leaves no scar. On you and never will. . Through windows in the dark. The children come, the children go.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel. I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel. I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl. I said, Look, you don't know me now but very soon you will.
I needed you, I knew I was in danger. of losing what I used to think was mine. You let me love you till I was a failure,. You let me love you till I was a failure --.
I left a woman waiting. I met her sometime later. She said, I see your eyes are dead. What happened to you, lover?. What happened to you, my lover?. What happened to you, lover?.
I touched you once too often. Now I don't know who I am. My fingerprints were missing. When I wiped away the jam. Yes I called my fingerprints all night.
I was born in a beauty salon. My father was a dresser of hair. My mother was a girl you could call on. When you called she was always there. When you called she was always there.
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread. "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete..