Need Living Proof
The world crashing around your face. Off in the wild blue.
Young Romeo met his fate. The crossroads two x two.
Fly on angels wings, what you loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
The sunrise, on the Coast of Asia. Ya never know what's going down.
On the road, better way. Paradise in a Texas town.
Fly on angels wings, what you loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
Summer spins a Winter's tale. Smoke makes you turn and cough.
Spend your time burgers and ale, the Barbarosa Trough.
Fly on angels wings, what you loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
Ten years after, Kings and Queens, Henry and Maryann.
A name and number on the wall. Etched in Gulf Coast sand.
Fly on angels wings, what you loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
Hands are cold, lips are warm, carried on the wind.
Shock the monkey, calm the storm, Aurora dance begin.
Fly on angels wings, loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
Number one with a bullet everybody's banner raise.
Nylons and lace there's nothing to it. That look on your face.
Fly on angels wings, what you loosely call the truth.
You whisper words of love but I need living proof.
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