Church This Ashphalt Eden
I walk alone, this ashphalt eden I must have outgrown Just flesh and bone, no indication, no way to get home Now feel their hands, and their demands And understand the way that it could have been I remember myself as I wanted to be When you walk past my cage I'm gonna set myself free If it was obvious then, well it's just history It's too late, it's too dark to see They speak their names They still walk in fire and can't feel the flames And understand the way that it could have been If it was obvious then, well it's just history It's too late, it's too dark to see ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brought to you by Paul Webb [email protected] ------------------------------------------------------------------------
