In our town by the water everything's older the winters are colder than anything i've ever seen so close your eyes and hold on i'll button my sweater
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
our lives Fill their dreams with big fast cars Fill their heads with sand Holy white, we'll paint that town The color of our flag Hey, there little
'yitkadash) No one knew her worth The late great daughter of Mother Earth On these nights when we celebrate the birth In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our
was the guns! Robbie: Hey Lily, I think things are going to be a lot better around here now that you know our little secret. Jackson: Did you see the
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that
our future (they are our future, they are) They are our doctors (they?) They are our preachers, They are our teachers Let?s not forget them Have compassion
see America's "immigrants" compared to disease Mahogany considered luxury While Brazilian tribes are being brought to their knees We fuel the oppression The blood is on our hands Compassion
travel around the country giving it our best we like to see the people dancing and the bouncing and the rest the hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
the backroads of our lives Fill their dreams with big fast car Fill their heads with sand Holy white we'll paint their town The colour of our flag
