| Morning birds sing me goodnight
|
| Lullaby in the failing light
|
| Broken wings make a quicker flight
|
| Morning birds sing
|
| The earth lets out her birthing pains
|
| Oh, baptize me in the pouring rain
|
| Father Adam, brother Cain
|
| What have you done?
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| The earth lets out her birthing pains
|
| Oh, baptize me in the pouring rain
|
| Father Adam, brother Cain
|
| What have you done?
|
| It doesn’t have to end like this
|
| Like a funeral for a future kiss
|
| It doesn’t have to end like this
|
| No, it doesn’t have to end like this!
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| Ooh, we’re all gonna' die!
|
| If a broken heart be your will
|
| I’ll love you still, love you still
|
| But if there’s another way for me
|
| Then let it be, let it be
|
| And if you’re willing that this should pass
|
| Then take me far from this yellow grass
|
| But if it is your will be done
|
| Then take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home
|
| Take me home |