Evangeline
Quelle: Spotify
Looking back, well I see you
With eyes that shouldn't be so blue
Clearer than the calm before the rain.
So alive it wasn't fair
To live without a single prayer
I loved you and you felt for me the same
So beautiful that words can not define,
Sweeter than the Lord's communion wine.
Evangeine, can't you see I'm sorry?
Can't you hear my tears
ringing through the night?
I wait in Hell between these bedsheets,
and pray to God for morning light.
And winter came and blood ran cold
as ever present sleet and snow
outside obeyed a somber window pane.
And this house would never be our home,
Oh hand in hand we walked alone
I thought the sun
Would never shine again.
And the oldest violin could never whine,
A melody as sorrowful as mine.
Evangeline, can't you see I'm sorry?
Can't you hear my tears
Ringing through the night?
I wait in Hell between these bedsheets
And pray to God for morning light.
And now I've seen your face
A thousand times,
Nightmares running through my mind
It hurts, just to pretend
But the Devil fell, and so have I,
From perfect grace your face to sky
I never thought a love like this would end.
Now your words
They cut right through me like a knife
Well I gave my love
And now I take my life
Evangeline, can't you see I'm sorry?
Can't you hear my tears
Ringing through the night?
I wait in Hell between these bedsheets
And pray to God for morning light.
I wait in Hell between these bedsheets And pray to God for morning light.
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