Texty písní A Bullet For Pretty Boy

A Bullet For Pretty Boy

Beauty In The Eyes Of The Beholder

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God where do I run?

Your message holds true though we fall short

We're all trying to let ourselves know the secrets, they give us the hope

We've recognized and realized these voices will tell us where to go

Bring your love down Father, I'm giving You my shield and my sword

So that You can guide me

Too many times I've tried

But the ever so inviting say

Take ahold of me

Not now, not tonight

Ask me please, these questions that I answer desperately, in search of something more

The memories of my past I can't seem to overcome, to overcome

But millions upon millions seem to forget, Your love is real

Not the ways of the world

Your love is so real

Your love is so real

And time will open my ears, and time will open my heart

Just to hear what You want me to hear (2x)

And incline Your ear to my ear (4x)

OH GOD, we were wrong (4x)

Incline Your ear to my ear