Walking past statues,
Never make a chip,
Stare at your window,
Never to your door,
Living through lies,
That brought me to you,
And so,
The roses can't
Blossom anymore.
Watching and
Waiting,
The teardrops in the rain.
Now that you've fallen,
So suddn'ly from God's grace,
The dreams that once
Haunted and taunted
Come to me once more,
The thieves and liars gather,
Along with death and war.
Can't you come to me?
Stop me searching
And driving,
Me to insanity.
Stop me,
Getting,
So close,
To,
Death's grip. |
