She specialises in illusion, and reality is an intrusion, She'll come on like a toy, but let me tell you, boy, behind the smile she feels so destroyed
When I go, don't cry for me - in my father's arms I'll be, The wounds this world left on my soul will all be healed, and I'll be whole, Sun and moon
evermore. When a child that's been world-weary reaches out his hands, God will go the distance to meet him, with a smile so wide it'll make the angels
The words he whispers seem so sweet: pretty to look at, poison to eat, He'll feed you until you choke on deceit, So you better beware, 'cause, baby,
Oh, look at where we are; God has brought us both so far, We've been delivered by his hand, and brought to the place where we now stand. Love is patient
Got no position, baby, no degree, But I got something, baby, you might need - might need someone, You've got no cause to run, I've got nothing for you
child, and your name is written on my heart. And all the bells in Heaven ring it, It's the name above every name, so let the orphans and angels sing
I have seen the night of a million tears, I have seen an angel's smile, I have come of age and remained, these years, with the longings of a child.
She puts on her smile, just like the lipstick that she wears, She gives herself amnesia to anaesthetise the shame, She knows it isn't real, but she can
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand, Put a little love in your heart, You see, it's getting late, so please don't hesitate - put a little
Praise to the Lord, who breaks every chain, Praise to the Lord, who heals every pain, Praise to the one who's coming again, Praise to the Lord, amen.
There is a river where mercy flows; I'm gonna follow it where it goes, Where it goes, where it goes, Follow wherever it goes. The is a fountain that
look just like an angel, you sound so bright and true, You seem so sweet coming down my street, but the devil is an angel too, The devil is an angel
This is making me sick; I can't stand it anymore, You make sex so dirty - let me out the door, What was supposed to be personal, supposed to be clean
I see you, now and then, in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to, I know you better than I knew you then, all I can say is, "I love you," I
