torsdag 27. oktober 2011

Der holdt vi hender mens vi sang gjennom hullet i taket

Climb the fence and in through the side door
past the sarcophagi laid down on the dirt floor
There we were holding hands
singing through the hole in the ceiling into the heavens

I'm in your church at night
singing hallelujah at the top of my lungs

No one spoke as our voices rose
Stars were shining and so were our souls
but now it's just a memory burnt in my brain
The power that we felt that night will never be explained

I'm in your church at night
singing hallelujah at the top of my lungs

I'm in your church at night
singing hallelujah at the top of my lungs

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