our time with questions We waste our time with being afraid Instead of going our own way When will we start to live our own lives And free ourselves of our
Let our words burn a sign in the sky. My lover's prayer. It's as easy as talking to you. All my life, having you there. In my own private vision come
my hands up and shout What's this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and shout What's
: [Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin] [Words: Stanne] Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high Aimless time in fear new hide overthrow
the darkened day Along tempest torn strands Desperately grasping the grains of hope that flit through our hands As they fall we tighten our hold While
car passing Your house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range A piggy bank A vision too removed to
everywhere, i think this is the end. so go. i'd like to introduce, a stranger to the rest of you, my love. she doesn't understand, why people want to hold her hand
wide world For all our sake's And all our lives We must hope the words That come from your lips We must hope those words are lies For all our sake
my hands up and shout What's this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's
of elders bury our blood Our land is sacred - with water comes mud Exposing our strength revival to man It's been forever, now just take its hands Exposing our
my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What'
again Our hand will be now You are the song from the book of time To realize what is yours is mine we are meant to be All because our love has always
like the night to play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded Though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful
I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands
got that nine milli in my jacket And i'm thinkin' of visions of doom I presume with the music Blazin' right, sho' you right These are the days of our lives, of our
