Too far from heaven
Too far from home
She's walking a thin line - walking alone
Watching the sun set, watching it rise
And nothing as the dark as the light in her eyes
She spoke to a stranger, I can't hear but I see
That she has her own way of talking to me
The flame that she carries burns when she's gone
But there's nothing's as cold as the ground
On my knees
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Tell me a secret, did it happen to you
Did you give it away? Did it hurt you too?
Passion comes quickly, dies in its sleep
But nightmares are devils you meet
On your knees
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Who heard the words that you never speak?
Who saw the dream that you used to see?
Can you reach down or is it much too far?
And touch your burning soul?
And touch me when I feel the cold.
On my knees?
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Wo-o-o, on my knees
Words: Michael Leahy Music: Perry Rose
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