Sweet silver angels over the sea Please come down flyin' low for me Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker He's a bandit and a heart breaker One time I trusted a stranger And it was gently enticin' me Tho there was somethin' wrong But when I turned he was gone

It's the moment of truth When you're alone you ask yourself What are you searching for Deep in the night a dream is born One that you can't ignore If you think you can find the passion And you're ready to take a chance If you really believe you can make

It crawls down deep inside without a pulse or a will to die Not known to sympathize And now it takes what it takes and let's the feelings suffocate It's nothing new it'll get it's way Another thing that I see is how it gets inside of me and tears away my

We got something they don't A fire burning deep in our bones On fire when we get home Smokin' when we're away They may say we're done That we will never win this one But we know differently They don't know you And they don't know me

The one I give my life to That loves as deep as I do The one for whom I’d really gladly suffer The one I’ll always love above another You’re my world, you’re my hope You’re all my dreams and all my heart Who takes me through the flood and through the fire

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-aah Just a paper, just a papercut Right now it feels like we're bleeding So deep that we might not get back up Our words will tear through the surface Like a paper, like a papercut Right now I don't know why I love

Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

For you to walk on Nothing left, nothing left See the path cut by the moon You will be no one's rival All the thoughts you never see You are always thinking Brain is wide, the brain is deep Oh, are you sinking? Feel the path of every day

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever