In the hall I heart 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.
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 the line
Me I wanted, I wanted the right time
Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in the line
1 | Nantes |
2 | Postcards From Italy |
3 | Santa Fe |
4 | The Rip Tide |
5 | A Candle's Fire |
6 | The Penalty |
7 | Goshen |
8 | La Llorona |
9 | Cherbourg |
10 | Port Of Call |