Marksmen

Soon to Be Saints
Finally the road is getting widerAnd I can see their facesWith the plain disbelief'Cause I left with a sense of wonderOf the faces and the places I would seeIt's been three days on bended kneeAsking for vision and clarityBut I have chosen what I seeYou and me with my pride in betweenYou and me with my pride in betweenJust say the words and Up in the air we goUp in the air we goUp in the air we goUp in the air we goI see whiskey brown skin andThe night starts to bleed In the dawn's warming lightIt's right then I believeIn redemptionLike a cell full of thievesThat are soon to be saintsLike a cell full of thievesSongtexteThat are soon to be saintsLike a cell full of thievesThat are soon to be saintsLike a cell full of thievesThat are soon to be saintsLike a cell full of thievesThat are soon to be saintsThat are soon to be saintsThat are soon to be saintsJust say the word and it'sIn the air we goUp in the air we go Aus Songtexte Mania