like a dream Let the choir sing. When you call my name, it's like a little Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour
's like a dream Let the choir sing When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour,
[Originally by Leonard Cohen] Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk at a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free. Like a fish on a hook, like
night was fallin' The darkness was electric And the shadows were fallin' I was looking for my baby In the city by the ocean I was walking into midnight
"Listen to my lifeless choirs, listen to my voice beyond... Behold the scythe in my bleach hands and know this: It is time to leave..." In an imperium
road That leads to yesterday I?m leaving a light on Won?t you look homeward angel Look homeward angel Let me see those eyes of green A lonely choir
-four years old How his mother came undone When the choir sang 'Hallelujah' So, I ran as fast as I could Through the tall grass and the midnight woods
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned
'cause he never left me Then I'm gonna thank God for 'ole time religion And I'm gonna thank God for giving me a vision One day, I'm gonna join the heavenly choir
Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book
cry for you) I'll cry Away from you and a baby Girl, that's to much for me I missed choir practice on Saturday Trying to catch the last midnight movie
on the run. Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run. Like a bird (like a bird) on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I'm tried
We've been in the rain We've been on the mountain We've been 'round the fire In fancy hotels Drank water from farm wells We sang with the choir I kissed
affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep conducting the color of midnight. When the muse whispers
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned
As pride precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was
At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told