minds The conscience strains to listen The ticking hands of time Expression, confession I can't wait War Expression, confession I can't wait War
War brides, we should have took time to find our way Peace time starts with bullets and ends in a parade Friday night, the old man said, ?We've gone too
Oh you wont find me in the arms of strangers Laughing and drinking like a big parader I dona??t posses the mind to over matters Of the money kind Mine
I was so alive I can only look back Longer than a legend, larger than a fact O I was so alive I can only look back And I was so afraid I have traveled
had enough of stop and go And now you wish you'd never said hello Until we're back into the station where the radio is blaring on And all the war brides
The sky is falling down like it's done a thousand times and thousands of war brides sleep alone tonight so press your lips to mine that's where they
to listen [Romans 13:5 1 Timothy 1:19] The ticking hands of time [Psalms 81:15 Psalms 89:47] Expression, confession I can't wait War "in the soul" [
Tradução: Muerte. Novias de guerra.
listen [Romans 13:5 1 Timothy 1:19] The ticking hands of time [Psalms 81:15 Psalms 89:47] Expression, confession I can't wait War "in the soul" [Psalms
son of the virgin bawl, institute of the church IN WAR Preaching and researching WAR Practice and rehearsing WAR Teaching and dem learning WAR Instigating and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR
Eisen traf Hell wie der Glocken Klang Die Schreie derer, deren Gluck versagt Mit Wunden ubersat Der Eichenhain ihm Schutze bot Wie die Legende sagt War
seashore Dreamin' 'bout a little more Circlin' the classifieds Nine seven six Man I need another fix I'll never have to kiss the bride Yeah, the city is a war
: To and fro, through freeze and thaws From zenith to nadir The universal tug of war Saw lines drawn in the sands appear Divisions of a promised land
flames Animal nitrates Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore New lusts ecllipsing lips That brought me to this verge of War
that trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky, the snatching wind of war
