hear it, I just couldn't bear it If things weren't as good as they seem You can say I'm not the one That a lot of faith has gone The bridges were never
gave language to man before the first letter began Your skill can fit comfortably on the head of a pin The imminent apotheosis of devious guys Cut off my air supply
through your life. See the sunlight. Ride high on the stars above. Feel the air stream. On the flight through your life always trust in me. [BRIDGE:] Expecting salvation be faithful