chorus) Early in the morn/ before I wash my face The bed is still warm but there's an empty space Easrly in the morn/ before I wash my face a hundred
and emptiness I can't fake it, I feel naked Wherever I go, people can see, it's in my face And when I breathe, it's the story of faded glory Life is
be There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces Won't you bring
game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face
song that I need I've sung my songs to silence To empty clubs and crowded bars I've sung my songs to standing room Even sung 'em to the stars But the faces
Did you get a round resounding for you way up here? It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face or seen you face to face Though
my black and empty heart So long day, so long night Oh lord, be near me tonight Is he near ? is he far ? Bring peace to my black and empty heart.
gonna launch me into the stars Well, all things come to pass Glory hallelujah This prayer is for you, my love Sent on the wings of a dove An idiot prayer of empty
From the loss of an arm And a powerful kingdom Empty your heart from the want Of this ultimate hero The desire for his soul Turn his face away from
"Not marching now in fields of Thrasimene, where Mars did mate the Chartaginians..." [The Sphere:] No dreams come true, in the dark of his empty study
pill like alligators Perpetrators got laced, War written on his face Nigga lost his place and his concentration in his place Clip full for too long leaks it empty
He came to love, heal and forgive He lived and died to buy my pardon An empty grave is there to prove my savior lives Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
pale, so thin you'd float away I see you trying so hard So no one will ever take your place when you feel the dagger brush your face Wella?¦ I deny
Dust of the rivers does murmur and weep Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone Ah, but every face within your face does show Going gladly now to
burden down and all of creation sing with me now fill up the heavens let his glory resound Time has faded and we see him face to face every doubt erased
to be Suicidal glory! Blapshemy - I deny his life in me Desecration - destroying god's creation Cutting up this body of mine Created in the image of god Burn His face
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope And underneath stern faces while they wait with
by my side tonight stay by my side tonight The empty promises in the palace of excess We never stopped to face our past The glory of rock n' roll You