May be there is a God above, but all I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you…
And is not a cry that you hear at night…
Is not somebody who has seen the light…
It’s a cold and is a broken Alleluyah.
May be there is a God above, but all I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you…
And is not a cry that you hear at night…
Is not somebody who has seen the light…
It’s a cold and is a broken Alleluyah.