Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Priest , by - Milow. Song from the album Milow, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 22.02.2009
Record label: Homerun
Song language: English
The Priest |
| I’m Peter van der Hold |
| I’m 68 years old |
| My doubts and questions have increased |
| In 42 years of being a priest |
| I’m at the end of my life |
| I’m not sure if I’m gonna survive |
| I often don’t know what to say |
| When I talk to Him when I pray |
| In reply I receive |
| Only silence, no relief |
| I’ve waited in vain for a little advice |
| From that great voice in the ethereal skies |
| Once I was revolutionary |
| A devoted mercenary |
| A gifted student in God’s hands |
| Now I’m old, and sick of his demands |
| I tried to be honest and good |
| Did my job the best I could |
| But I always stayed that average man |
| Right in the spot where I’ll began |
| During the grief, with which I’ve dealt |
| S’been three decades since I’ve felt |
| The certainty I so adored |
| 'Bout the existence of the Lord |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long, long time ago |
| I’ll give him to my perish |
| Things I don’t have myself but cherish |
| And namely love and charity |
| Mostly purpose, that’s what sets you free |
| So I’m where the metaphors |
| Are not comforting anymore |
| I think I’m almost done with my search |
| Got old so fast, here, in my church |
| But feels as if I’m kept out |
| Some sort of secret about |
| The meaning of life sometimes |
| Can’t fail to notice these are mediocre times |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long long time ago |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long long time ago |
| And time has made me good at one thing |
| And horrible at everything else |
| The blessings of a world divine |
| Were always elsewhere, were never mine |
| Oh, I would like to hold someone |
| Briefly, maybe, have some fun |
| My body’s oddly designed |
| So I’m not really the hugging kind |
| Not once has there been |
| Someone with softer skin |
| Who reached out for me in the middle of the night |
| Across my own lumpy mattress when I turn on the light |
| I think I’ve been miscast |
| And the time of saints is passed |
| My faith is weak, last, but not least |
| After 42 years of being a priest |
| And the church is like a woman |
| Thing out of reach like a vision |
| She glimmers in the distance to which I could never quite get |
| Now I am left here with my regret |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long, long time ago |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long, long time ago |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long, long time ago |
| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
| God left this place, long, long time ago |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |