We have heard the songs of angels. We have tasted flames from hell. We have seen the fallen hero. We have heard the ringing bell. And it all seems cleaner in the rain.
In the end, I lay the flowers. I lay the flowers down. . I have bent my rules. That I have laid before me. Fallin' deeper still. Than I ever thought I would and I would again.
I'm the one you've always dreamed of. But could never touch. Say that I don't do anything for you. Then I do too much. . Can you see my halo?. My halo is wearing thin.
See-saw soldier with your playground war. Don't care for reason what your fighting for. Prey on the weaker but I see much more. The weakness in you will bring your fall.
Saving grace for now. Know that someday, I might seem worth while. Feeling closer now. And the question should be who not how. . Know that I'll be there, to catch you when you fall.
Sad, sad me, know what you're wishing. But you're making your entrance a bit too late. Sad, sad me, I hear your confession. But you'll get no repentance from me.
Only time, only keeps you up at night. You're just getting older, nature is holding. Gravity is giving way. . Miss USA, don't you always get your way.
I'm a man, I'm a man who believes in, believes. . I'm a king, I'm a queen, I'm the force there. I'm the only will I lie. You're the face that I see when I'm far away.
In spite of herself she continued the story. She continued the wanting, the needing. Never quite receiving. . Inside of her she'll she kept her emotion.
Lonely little girl on your island. Won't you come to me. I'm in a lonely little upstairs room without you. Won't you come to me. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Lies. Light ahead, is it something that I can cling to?. Is it something to help this life sustain?. See no pain. Is it just another train?. . Life ahead, is it something that I can count on?.
I could not believe it, I've heard all the stories. I've read every page of your good book. And your balance book and I just don't see. What you need from me.
Carry what they say you'll need. Regardless of its weight. The orders from the high machine say. We must leave today. . And the fathers in the war room.
I may not see our July. I may not be near when the sun is warm in your sky, your sky. I may miss entire springtimes. But this promise is your's and it is strong as life.
Can't see my face. In a looking glass, who was looking back, I can't decide. Can we take this track. Going deep beneath the clouds of sin, get on, get on, get on.
You walk right through with blood on your hands. As if I couldn't see it dripping. You change with the breeze when you feel a chill. How far away are you slipping.