Beirut Guyamas Sonora
In the hall I heard your faints falling,
your trial and my corrections made.
You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of once had gone.
No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair fled through night's air.
Me I wanted, I wanted the right time
Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line
Me I wanted, I wanted the right time
Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line
