Melbourne Treatment (The)
A Hymn to G-d the Father
We are not flying, we don't have wingsYou lived in the sky, the ground held our feetbut we were content with defeatO' Beautiful angel! O glorious sound!When all our hope fails us, we fall to the groundare You the one that sets us down?(Our G-d is great and good?)We are not flying, we don't have wingsO' beautiful Angel, O' Glorious sound!?What bonds of love could tie these feathersback into a heart so weathered from trying to love a world without any love?O G-d of grace and perfect being, my heart has been content with leavingI don't think it'll put itself in You!But I'll run with it! (x23498723498723)Capture me, kidnap me, steal me from myself, I'm not my own
From Letras Mania