eye where your feet they touch the ground, Watch out for the signs and heed what they say, One false step and all is lost, In the land of the tilted cross
Clock ticks Memory slips Call it bliss Curl your lips into a smile Ignition Let's take a ride to see the fireworks Exploding Don't turn the lights off
When you're weary, feelin' small When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found
Wake up It's over again The day is getting colder Head aches, my mind breaks Kicked the covers on the floor Downstairs They're laughing Everybody
We all find ourselves In honor of the good cause How empty we've become With our sight to be the true force Does every instinct say you're right? I think
Boy I can't believe you'd walk out on me When I thought our love was so strong Honey I'll set you free if that's what you need Even though I know it's
Well, I'm sorry if I questioned your intentions It's just that honesty is awfully hard to find I might end up in an honorable mention Then again, I might
Your words stung me to the heart I hadn't even noticed how far we had drifted apart Can I still count you as a friend Or have I done to much now to ever
Don't look into their eyes Keep your head down or they'll think we're spies Fingers type with every word Printing stories on how we were The ground
You sit in your big house baby you drive your fancy car you treat me like I'm not there but I guess that's who you are *I'm on the bridge to better
Jesus built a bridge to Heaven A mighty, mighty bridge to Heaven Jesus built a bridge to Heaven With three nails, and two cross-ties Took His people
I never thought the day would come when she would say goodbye She's leaving with a california tilt to live her life Instead, I'm getting tired of holding
Staring out over the bridge A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police
Habana, Siempre a las mitades tan mitad espanola tan mitad africana Saben bien las olas que en cada ventana siempre hay un testigo Habana, Juran
Walking on a still green sea-have you got the faith to let It be? Without falling through like an anchor tied - to your Weighted memories of guilty times
Hit the lights out in the room Cover up their mouths We're taking this too far On the count of three, we'll start this over The background voices are
INTRO This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse
You take my breathe away But I'll never taste your lips As fate keeps me locked away I must close my eyes to see your face Emptiness has darkened my