Window
In The Skies Sonnerie
The shackles are undone
The bullets quit the gun
The heat thats in the sun
Will keep us when there's
none
The rule has been disproved
The stone has been moved
The grain is now a groove
All debts are removed, ooh
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
What it's doing to me
Love makes strange enemies
Makes love when love may
please
Soul in a strip tease
Hate brought to its knees
Sky over our head
Can reach it from our bed
If you let me in your heart
And out of my head
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
Oh can't you see what our
love has done
What it's doing to me
Oh oh oh hhhhhhhhhhh
Oh oh oh hhhhhhhhhhh
Please don't ever let me
out of here
I've got no shame
oh no oh no
Oh can't you see what love
has done
Oh can't you see
Oh can't you see what love
has done
What it's doing to me
Oh I know I hurt you and
I made you cry
Did everything but murder
but you and I
But love left a window in
the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
Oh can't you see what love
has done to every broken heart
Oh can't you see what love
has done for every heart that cries
Love left a window in the
skies
And to love I rhapsodize
Oh can't you see...
The Saints
Are Coming
there's a house in new orlean's
it crowld around since then
its been a while a million
poor boy
and know I know I must
I cried to my daddy on the
telephone
how long now
Until the clouds unroll
and you come home
the line went
But the shadows still remain
since your descent
your descent
I cried to my daddy on the
telephone
how long now
Until the clouds unroll
and you come home
the line went
But the shadows still remain
since your descent
your descent
The saints are coming, the
saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the
saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
A drowning sorrow floods
the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns
belief
The stone says
This paternal guide once
had his day
Once had his day
The saints are coming, the
saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the
saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
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