dark, I could never explain I be the Sun and the rain, the +Pleasure and Pain+ The light inside the dark, I could never explain [Remedy] Fallen Angels
black somewhere on Lonely Street And I still can't quite remember who helped me to my feet Thank God for a love that followed the angel's remedy Louisiana rain is falling
flyer than me, bro If you didn't like it then I admire the ego, And if they never told ya, then you better fire ya people Cause fallen angels came for
in her sleep "submission" it moves between us for one moment like opium and your heart we've remedys from the ancient gods to heal the morals of our
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
on a lonely street And I still can't quite remember, who helped me to my feet But thank God for this long neck bottle, the angel's remedy Louisiana rain is falling
to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this angel's return Is
dreams are left to live through you Red sun rising Drown without inhaling Within the dark holds hard Red sun rising Curtain falling Higher than hope my cure lies Passion tide, an angel
our babies do not hear the amazin' The tick of the time of the slip of the rhyme Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the tickin' Death
the sacred place I can hear you calling my name From the distant skies I am holding falling angel In my arms Eternal calling At your fame was not mine Remedy this falling
, bro If you didn't like it then I admire the ego, And if they never told ya, then you better fire ya people Cause fallen angels came for your help and
Now my dreams are left to live through you Red Sun rising Drown without inhaling Within, the dark holds hard Red Sun rising Curtain falling Higher than hope my cure lies Passiontide An angel
to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks The Sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return Is
Vertimas: Priemonė. Fallen kampai.
