You spin around and turn on me Stop me in my crash You wanna be somebody else Say you won't be back Your bourgeois friends call you dear Deal you like
jump tonight Drink in all that funky stuff Take it till you've had enough Put your image in your pocket Hang your collar in the closet Cause a crash
In these words that crash my ears I now stomach this in fear With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son Who by fire I would come Through this
the inside out we live in the out of tune we live on the breath of the breathless we live on the gace of the gracless we live on the grace of the grace
I owe you, I owe you Lord, heavenly father, I praise Your soul Learned to love You for myself when I was eight years old Before then I didn't about Your grace
song Virtuoso There isn't a note of mediocrity In all of your creation and all of the beauty We create with human hands is only imitation Thunder crashes
no end I've seen beyond the falling sky And in my escape the road behind comes crashing I'm not afraid to die When we fall from grace we must rise from
him, said "tell me about those days" When he looked inside, he closed his eyes all he could say was: "I hear bagpipes cryin' Amazing Grace, Omaha Beach and her crashing
If all my good fortune ended If my whole world came tumbling down If suddenly everything I'm sure of Came crashing to the ground If all of my worst fears
If all my good fortune ended If my whole world came tumbling down If suddenly everything I'm sure of Came crashing to the ground If all my worse fears
top again And there was a time that I thought that I knew it all And there was a place that I thought I could call my own But it all came crashing down
I stared you down so hard I burnt your shadow to the wall and through the haze you served a slow pull from grace at a drunken pace I've nothing to sell
Harmful elements in the air Symbols crashing everywhere Reaps the field of rice and reeds While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water An
system in them phat cars (uh) Cross country isn't that far It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are See one day I fell from grace, landed
Is there anyone in need of prayer? Oh, Jesus wants to meet you here? ?Cause we all fall short And we all have sinned But when you let God?s Grace break
Every fog, every rain, every thunder. On this road, seems like it will never end. So I stray and I wonder, I don't want to crash again. And you say
so, i had hope ya may say that its wrong, but i aint talkin to ya child im talkin to this song im just, doin a bump down memory lane, if i crash just