Testo 5440 Or Fight Unfinished Prima
The ground we stand
Yeah, Nothing more than sinking sand
The rock gave way to the tide
Eroded by her smile
She swallowed us alive
The winds bellowed
And the clouds did clear
So the sun it shone so bright
The ice melted and the grass did grow
When our sorrows came alive
Cause all the pretty, pretty flowers
Wilt and die they turn to earth
Like our spirit's when we found our faith in a drunken tryst
And drove ourselves home
Your lips they raise the dead like Jesus
My hands are reaching towards the heavens
But I touched the sun
