On the trampoline,
never leave the scene
Waitless for a moment then you fall
The object of my dreams is
further than it seems
But from afar I shall
be held enthralled
And all I ever asked was faith in
God, do
I?
For the best intentions in the world,
ships on the horizon, come closer to us
Will they go to rescue
or will they get lost?
Find out where we're going,
to navigate the distance across
It's where my hell awaits,
it's where my hell awaits
Standing blindly at the curling gates
All the ones that lead,
they seem to lack belief
That in ways he terrorized the
Greek
And all they ever asked
Was faith enough to go on
With the best intentions in the world
Ships on the horizon
come closer to us
Will they come to rescue
or will they get lost?
Find out where we're going,
you'll navigate the distance across
When they all become man -flies,
they call me
Uncle
Ryan
They all be tied up for a long time
All I want is yours to rest
my weary head
When all the sentences are done,
Path on the horizon, come closer to us
Will we get our rescue,
or will we get lost?
Find out where we're going,
the distance across
There's no way of knowing,
to navigate the distance across
you