Make no mistakes,
my voice is clear.
And though it may be a subtle threat:
Mayflower, swing low,
because your love has such few regrets.
We cannot distinguish all of the world.
So celebrate and sing along.
It is a gift.
Its where I belong.
Strait down and to the east.
I place my hands out in front of me.
We are all the crowd.
To the sweet by and by i come.
To the crowd be blessed.
I swear I wont let you choke.
You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand.
I belong to the war.
I belong to your side.
I cant hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start.
Thats the nature of the beast.
If we have nothing left but death,
it is a clear but subtle threat.
"The south is where I lay my sword
and the stage is where my heart will rest".
We are the crowd.
my voice is clear.
And though it may be a subtle threat:
Mayflower, swing low,
because your love has such few regrets.
We cannot distinguish all of the world.
So celebrate and sing along.
It is a gift.
Its where I belong.
Strait down and to the east.
I place my hands out in front of me.
We are all the crowd.
To the sweet by and by i come.
To the crowd be blessed.
I swear I wont let you choke.
You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand.
I belong to the war.
I belong to your side.
I cant hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start.
Thats the nature of the beast.
If we have nothing left but death,
it is a clear but subtle threat.
"The south is where I lay my sword
and the stage is where my heart will rest".
We are the crowd.