Testo “Windows In The Skies”

The shackles are undone
The bullet’s quit the gun
The heat that’s in the sun
Will keep us when there’s none
The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grain is now a groove
All debts are removed

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 where love may please
Soul in its strip tease
Hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head
We can reach it form 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

Oooh oooh oh oooooooh
Oooh oooh oh oooooooh

Please don’t ever let me out of here
I’ve got no shaaaaaame 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

I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
But love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize

Oh can’t you see hwat love has done
To every broken heart
Oh can’t you see what love has done (continues in bkgrd)
For every heart cries
Love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize

Oooh oooh
Oh can’t you see

Il testo della canzone “The saints are coming”

The Saints Are Coming 

There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know i’m one.

Verse 1
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

Verse 2
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.

Chorus 1
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.

Verse 3
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
And once was mainly coincidence believe,
Whats wrong now?

Chorus 2
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