darkest desire. When life sings for you through the devil's choir. Fear (Hey!) wont (Hey!). Steal what burns in you (Hey!) I'll carry on. And wait for the fire. My desire, devil's choir. My desire
, oh, fadin' fast Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet. Roll across the skies. And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake. I long to see St. Judy's Comet. Sparkle in your eyes when you awake. Oh
Church blew up in Birmingham four little black girls killed. For no goddamn good reason. All this hate and violence can't come to no good end. A stain on the good name. A whole lot of good people
Black river. Black river. Black river The storys still unfolding and like the river rolling. It's always moving like a tide. Seemingly unchanging. But of course nothing stays the same, you'll
