own breath Small village in a valley Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me! Loathsome race of the mortals magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats Faithful
fog - my own breath Small village in a valley Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me! Loathsome race of mortals Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats Faithful
I never knew how good it could be. I never thought that you could be so into me. The only time I breathe is when you?re near Satisfied only when you here
keep score, and I ain?t gonna take it, I ain?t gunna take it anymore. Chorus: I?m gunna crawl out from this stone that I?ve been under to see the light and breathe
needs a rain And I need you Like a lighthouse on a coast Like the father and the son need the Holy Ghost I need you (Faith Hill) I wanna get lost in
Listen to the dream of life - a Conversation - hustle me beneath a Spark - flesh or reflection-faith Can?t hold insto-matic soul - Trapped the light -
be as good a night as any.. you'll see the city alive like a great resting animal lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland and breathing little
desperation - stop the killing . . . Raised and bound upon the land, and the everlasting whispers in diamond through the trees, in the breath of Eden . . . Innocent still the faith
Listen to the dream of life - a Conversation - hustle me beneath a Spark - flesh or reflection-faith Can't hold insto-matic soul - Trapped the light -
Welcome to a city that'll bring you to your knee's It'll make you beg for more, until you can't even breathe Your blindfold is on tight, but you like
be excited to goooo! It's the delight of our soullllll! That's why I'm pressin' ya'lllll! Don't-be-second guessin', ya'lll! Every breath we breathe inside
reach beneath the skin of the street with each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
with your jealous questions Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave
own breath Small village in a valley Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me ! Loathsome race of the mortals Magic of wolfish teeths, wings of bats Faithful
glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass Man breathes
sings Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things. I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath But to
stand today and we wont stay in doors. Chupacabra on the wing now come back down sir Bently cleared his plate and then cleared Toto's put my faith