Waiting for the good to come Crying, 's what we've done too long Hurting, now it has begun We can't force what's not ment to be Hating, will be next
Traduction: Kingdom Come. Attente.
: Waiting for the good to come Crying, 's what we've done too long Hurting, now it has begun We can't force what's not ment to be Hating, will be next
think instead of you Will you spend your life with me And stifle me? I know why the caged bird sings, i know why... Tricky: Forgive and you're forgiven Kingdom come Can you wait
is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say Chorus 4X Our father, who art in heaven Hallow be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
train To the heart of the flower And there the smoke of the train To the heart of the flower The waiting room of kingdom come, I look back upon my life
I am so high I can't get back I'm waiting For what comes next You can't live This life for me But I can't, you have control I can't last Tonight turns
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal badge All and all can only fall With a crashing but meaningless blow No sound ever comes
I feel you Your sun it shines I feel you Within my mind You take me there You take me where The kingdom comes You take me to And lead me through Babylon
know you I danced with you once upon a dream (come on and dance) I know you The gleam in your eyes seems so familiar of me Once upon a dream in a magical kingdom
forever His kingdom will never end" I have traveled many moonless night Cold and weary with a babe inside And I wonder what I've done Holy father You have come
mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed they are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes
mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes
mutants, blood-meal For the plant that?s plowed. They are waiting to take us into The severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes
against morning All now sleeping Rugs silent, mirrors vacant Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples Wound in sheets And daughters, smug With semen eyes in their nipples Wait
