me a window And I can finally see the light And though, I felt like going under I know it's gonna be alright, yeah, yeah God has given me a window And
Traducción: Out Of Eden. Window.
God has given me a window, and I can finally see the light And though I felt like going under, I know it's gonna be alright You know that I've been
Gm C Gm C He was born in the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah.
a like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'. I think about quittin' every day of the week. When I look out my window it's brown and
Strong as ? and voice echo like ? across the great amazon Stretched out my hand like yon Till they reach babylon, behold the physic phenomenon Quiet storm, I wander out
angels of death slip in Which that cat wit the tech grippin We straight crippin, blue flags and durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out) [chorus
some distant shore Where truth is not the enemy And whatever does not kill us, sets us free Somewhere out there Are millions just like me Homesick for Eden
I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna find you 'Cos I don't wanna live my life alone I'm gonna spend my days with love and hope And understanding out in the garden of Eden
of the queue Handcuffs and hunting knives clang on the bars Air pistols shoot out the lights I?ve a whole wailing wall of electric guitars Could shatter the windows
They couldn't and they shouldn't have But they could and they would have I inherited a nature In a language all worn out And wallowed by the windows
singing everywhere Buckle like a wreck on the cold green sea Like you were a ripple in my memory I lent you some collateral to buy new clothes It went out the window
He was born in the belly of the country Over east of Eden, yeah Confused by the big city blues He didn't know whose life he's leading, no Put yourself
[Erotomania] (instrumental) [Voices] "Love, just don't stare" He used to say to me every Sunday morning The spider in the window' The angel in the
- John Petrucci 'Love, just don't stare' He used to say to me every Sunday morning The spider in the window The angel in the pool The old man takes the
"Love, just don't stare" He used to say to me Every Sunday morning The spider in the window The angel in the pool The old man takes the poison Now the
Passing of perception unforseen reaction Staring out the window into the ice cold air Memories of summer causing my depression Through concentrated death
Cities, buildings falling down Satellites come crashing down I see them falling out the skies like eagles Mirrored glass and shattered egos But in a
