Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Silent, broken, bruised, and cloaked in this desert night
I wait for you
My eyes wide open, I face this moment and picture you
By my side
Funny how the things of this world quickly fall away
And everything is equal to me in this final place
So how long, lord, how long?
And how long, lord, how long?
Stars above me, the earth beneath me, and my sinner's place
In between
My god my country, my blood, my enemy, my reasons
Desert me now
Funny how the things of this world quickly fall away
And everything is equal to me in this final place
So how long, lord, how long?
And how long, lord, how long?
And how long, lord, how long?
And how long, lord, how long?