Collective Soul - Maybe

Tekst :

The sky now divides
To bring you back into the fold
Welcome home
Still my need to recognize
Any comfort you may show
Only grows
Guess I ll learn to accommodate
While my heart just sits and waits
Maybe God you found
Maybe is all that you can offer now

Where am I to take refuge
When the storms of pain release
Shelter me
This blessedness of life
Sometimes brings me to my knees
I call on thee
I have not the words to write
A Farewell to you tonight
Maybe God you found
Maybe is all that you can offer now

I know hearts are weeping
While your voice is now singing
On high, angel on high

[In memory of Kib Browning]

Inne utwory

  • She gathers rain
  • Precious declaration
  • Needs
  • Scream
  • Goodnight, good guy
  • Slow
  • How do you love
  • Love lifeted me
  • Untitled
  • Vent
  • Why pt.2
  • You speak my language
  • General attitude
  • Him
  • Shine
  • Simple
  • Where the river flows
  • Reach
  • Losowe utwory

    Paul and Virginia

    Spill-tainted pages of poetic prophecy
    Tickle my interest and taunt at my fantasy
    Gentle new lover, favorite friend
    With hidden desire that bothers my conscience again
    Like Paul and Virginia!
    Sit close to me on the swing
    Like Paul and Virginia!
    Sit close...

    Diamonds and why men buy them

    Oh no
    Here we go again
    I look to receive
    What the earth and sea
    Had thought it d be best not to even give me
    Even give me
    Now you say that I never bother you
    The way he did
    Now open eyes
    Now I saw the moon divorce the sky
    Is this what it s like
    Don t run
    Spell...

    Family tree

    Forgotten things remembered
    The tigers eat their young
    The body stayed but inside the head
    The mind was on the run
    A conspiracy of silence
    The only way out of pain
    Is turn around, run through it man
    Too wet to come in from the rain,
    Tell them...

    I...

    Dzień dobry Polsko

    Dzień dobry Polsko,
    Dzień dobry Polsko,

    Ejj... Witam Polsko, już siódma rano.
    Wstaję jadę znów, zarobić siano.
    Czerwony olej, dizel tanio kupiony,
    Powiedz dlaczego bez przerwy to samo
    Człowieku czego byś chciał od razu, nie ma cudów
    Tutaj potrzeba czasu, wciąż nie mogę zapomnieć obrazu
    Ludzi, strachu, broni, gazu,
    Proszę...

    Psychobitches outta hell

    They re not pom-pom dancing giggling girls
    They re hard-core fun bunny maniacs
    No man can deny them and all men satisfy them

    There s no wrong loving-
    Just make sure you keep them hungry
    If you wanna find them go check the nudie...