But nothing, nothing can hold back the grief As it crashes through my front door. That flood, and that violent storm, That takes away my home.
Darling, live well If we should die tonight, let the world know our voices rang out To sing all the words to all the songs that left their marks in our hearts
Call me by my birthright that is power. Call me by the angel’s song Call me by the saints on their knees at my conception.