Bridges are burning, heads are turning to a sky that’s painted red.
Your voice grows calm inside my head.
Cars are crashing, buildings collapsing, and your whispering in my ear
Come with me my dear.
Like rushing water, our praises are to you.
Like roaring thunder our voices shake the earth.
We’re moving mountains, just to get to you.
We’re moving mountains, moving mountains, just to get to you.
We’re moving mountains, moving mountains to get to you.
Ricky Ross and Ronan Keating Here's a song for the maker Maybe the rest are…
All my friends are hellions They got nine toes in their graves We all live…
ANGER! HE SMILES TOWERING IN SHINY METALLIC PURPLE ARMOUR QUEEN JEALOUSY ENVY WAITS BEHIND HIM…
Here I lie motionless Catch me if you can My properties of no defense So,…
I am outside And I've been waiting for the sun And with my wide eyes…