hands I see him escape My eyes are closing, my soul is rising over me And the hands of the clock drown My last breath last breath My last breath My last breath
his hands I see him escape My eyes are closing, my soul is rising over me And the hands of the clock drown My last breath last breath My last breath My last breath
give up the fight She's gonna keep pushin' till the baby cries If it takes her last breath And as the dawn begins to break Across the fields, valleys
minus the baby eagle any given summers eve- dont breathe sixteen shots i do believe- and one up the sleeve... master of the O who predict ya last pause
the baby eagle any given summers eve- dont breathe sixteen shots i do believe- and one up the sleeve... master of the O who predict ya last pause- i
