the can Written on it is a telephone number Curious, she dials, and is told, "Don't move, lady, we'll be right over" Placing the phone back on the hook
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine And the choirs
way, know it now Grab your shit cause it's going down Fuck one time Cause I'm on the frontline Popping slugs with my dogs as we going down Still hold it
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Well, the deputy walks on hard
in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks on a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to
long long time She got the magic wand To make it rain or sunshine CHORUS: She got the power to turn on the light She got the power to turn on the light
will turn Let ages come and go (The Wheel will turn now) The wheel will turn Another ride into obsession I am reborn, (the wheel will turn) The wheel will turn
time 'cause something's on the way. Turn the page and fill it up with life. And don't sigh when time will turn the page. On these tracks we walk, we'
start be tender and she'll surrender offend her and she will harden her heart Ryan: a delicate creature is something she ain't better take it from
creature is something she ain?t, but atake it from me that?s a woman That isn?t an angel, that isn?t saint, but atake it from me that?s woman She knows
can watch this damn thing turn If you wanna be my friend And you wanna repent And you want it all to end And you wanna know when Well, do it now, do it
called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole thing turn to gold It
the clouds I'm alive in here I scream But you still don't hear I'm alive in here I'm alive Turn on the light When you think on it We're all souls in
he steals away softly From those that would have him mourn nothing at all Endlessly sorrow rode high on the north wind Slashing and slicing to take him his toll And endlessly creatures
've got plates for hands. and telescopes for eyes. and they say: look! down they say: watch it move. watch Hake. watch it turn. and shake. watashiwa sokoni
I'm losing it Yeah, I think I'm losing it back to normal a feast on the moral Served on a silver plate Yeah, I think I'm losing it Yeah, I think I'm losing