Tell me who doesn't love What can never come back You can never forget how it used to feel The illusion is deep It's as deep as the night I can tell by your tears you remember it all
I am paralysed by the Blood of Christ Though it clouds my eyes I can never stop, never stop
How it feels to be dry Walking bare in the sun Every mirage I see is a mirage of you As I cool in the twilight Taste the salt on my skin I recall all the tears All the broken words
I am paralysed by the Blood of Christ Though it clouds my eyes I can never stop
When the sunset's glow drifts away from you You'll no longer know If any of this was really true at all...
I am paralysed by the Blood of Christ Though it clouds my eyes I can never stop, never stop
Tell me who doesn't love What can never come back You can never forget how it used to feel
I am paralysed by the Blood of Christ Though it clouds my eyes I can never stop, never stop
I am paralysed by the Blood of Christ Though it clouds my eyes I can never stop, never stop
Compositor: Robert James Smith (PRS)Editor: Fiction Songs Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1985ECAD verificado obra #2399392 e fonograma #1936203 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM