it You got me speakin another language (*Female - singing: Bo habibi, Nishtage'a*) - 2X It's official raise your glasses Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
If we could fly In the dreaming of dreams And you came to me I would welcome you in But now I'm awake In the dark on my own With nothing to read And
I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose The road disappeared and the axle froze I was low on gas and lower on hope I covered my eyes and I felt
Thank you ma'am for asking Yes I'm on my own I guess it's kind of obvious I'm eating here alone I'm grateful for the company Tired of talking to myself
Your head is a temple, I walk with the lamb At your fountain I wash the blood from my hands I pray deep inside you, where no one can see Except for
I searched the globe from A to Z Found a lot that made no sense to me I learned a man is just a man There's nothing more to understand What I'm looking
Lori says to Billy we've been working for a long time On this story trying to find a happy ending We looked so long and hard for it Maybe there just isn
There's only seconds of your life That really count for anything All the rest is killing time Waiting for a train Come the revelation brother I was sitting
I walk through the debris of cardboard and clothes Trying to work out where everything goes I'm short of you and a book or ten And I'd love to hear those
can't fight it You got me speakin' another language Bo habibi, nishtage'a, bo habibi, nishtage'a It's official raise your glasses 'Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
Rich Mullins and Beaker Second Samuel 22:50, First Chronicles 16:9, Psalm 7:17 Psalm 51:15, Psalm 57:5-11, Jude 5:3 On the road to Damascus I was hung
Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus A heavenly angel flagged me down and asked for a ride into town For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus This
mccarthy will be back in britain tonight, Following his release by kidnappers in lebanon. he is on a plane Which left the syrian capital damascus just
but I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right I know that everything means nothing On the road to Damascus they fell Well, I've been to Damascus
On the road to Damascus I was hung in the ropes of success When You stripped away the mask of life They had placed upon the face of death And I wanna
