Greg X. Volz Take Me To The End
I’m afraid of got nothing to show for the years,
So many doubts and a collection of fears,
But my heart won’t let go of the hope that it’s working
for good,
I’ve decided to change myself so many times,
All my efforts: like the antics of pitiful mimes,
And the distance seems greater sometimes, for the
places I’ve stood.
There’s death anchored deep in my soul, but still I
hesitate to let you take control.
Take me to the end of the world,
I just want to be free, yeah,
Take me to the end of the world,
Yeah,
Take me to the end of the world,
I really want to be free, ooh,
Take me to the end of the world in me.
The world’s not a place: it’s the state of a man when
he relies on his senses to understand,
For the scientist or lawyer, that’s fine… but it won’t
feed your heart.
Who is the loser of the games that we play, when man
clings to things that are passing away?
Take me to the end of the world,
I just want to be free, yeah,
Take me to the end of the world…to the end of the world
in me, yeah,
Take me to the end of the world,
I really want to be free, ooh,
Take me to the end of the world in me.
Who is the loser of the games that we play, when a man
clings to things that are passing away?
Take me to the end of the world,
I just want to be free, yeah,
Take me to the end of the world in me, yeah,
Take me to the end of the world,
I really want to be free, ooh,
Take me to the end of the world in me, yeah.
