John Popper
Lunatic
Move onAnd shuffle offWinter's gift is a burning coughOnce a strangerAlways a friendTo the cold and the odd stareAnd the dangerShould he ever open his mouthAnd so he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeSome day he thinks he may fool everyoneAnd they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sunAnd so he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeDoorways and hope keep him warmStrangely calm before the stormQuite sure that he will be freeTo speak of voices he can't quite seeThey tell him more than he'd ever wished to knowLetras de cancionesAnd so he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeAnd when the bugle soundKnocks the mountains downHis work will be doneWhispers in his ear he keeps him clearFor the angels when they comeSo he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeTill he assumes his placeThen he'll see the face of God, of GodThe ruthless King of KingsWho keeps telling him thingsThat still seem oddSo he bides his timeYes, he bides his timeMove on
From Letras Mania