I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

Arms to the ground Far from the rivers Somebody heal me from my pain I'm reaching closer My stars dive lower Holes in the sky Pierced by the fire Grace in our tears

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

Clear out of this world After waiting so long for the right time After reaching so long for a star All at once from a long and lonely night time And despite time, here you are I cry, out of this world If you said we were through So let me fly out of this

I'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day Superman got nothing on me No matter where you go You know you're not alone Call me, baby, if you need a friend I just wanna give you love Come on, come on, come on Reaching out to you, so take a chance

You can't say you love too much You can't say you care enough There's no such thing as reaching to far We've all got a heart No you can't say love too much (Can't say can't say) Tell me where did we go wrong If it's all good intentions Why are we scared

Gott mit uns As we all stand united All together Gott mit uns From the old world's demise See an empire rise From the north reaching far Here we are Spent the night in formation To the battle we march in the dawn

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from