Paroles: Tom McRae. King Of Cards. Lord, How Long.

Silent, broken
Bruised and cloaked
In this desert night
I wait for you

My eyes wide open
I face this moment
And picture you
By my side

Funny how the things of this world
Quickly fall away
And everything is equal to me
In this final place

So how long, Lord, how long
And how long, Lord, how long

Stars above me
The earth beneath me
And this sinner?s place in between.

My god
My country
My blood
My enemy
My reason
Desert me now

Funny how the things of this world
Quickly fall away
And everything is equal to me
In this final place

So how long, Lord, how long
And how long, Lord, how long
And how long, Lord, how long
And how long Lord, how long