A humming bird can't live unless it's free to fly And I must have you for the life of me I know that sunshine follows rain I know that pleasure follows
, the night starts here Forget your name, forget your fear The night starts here, the night starts here Forget your name, forget your fear The pleasure
(coverdale) I've been looking for shelter From the pourin' rain Walking in circles, Comin' back again Looking out of your window, Waiting for a while
Your bloodied is what I cling to. In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad
flower It is you that holds the secret to all our worlds Of all your pleasures, beauty, that I taste So true in bondage that I fresh the mind O free
being heard I guess I gotta wait, deprived by the station's eye Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for the free thinkers
We had fire in our veins All those night we'd spend Alone in your room Though my silent thoughts I still remember We would use the power of love Free
filled my heart with such gladness Our songs they were happy, our voices were free We built a green bower of willows and roses Sang of our pleasures
one I must follow You are the first, you are the last I'll help you to see The light in the dark The sun through the rain Until you are free And facing
live. Growing, walking, talking, power taking form, ignoring all beneath her refusing to conform. "My innocence was a time of feeling pleasure in the rain
never be Woman won't you please let me be Free me, from the darkness here underground Screaming but I can't hear a sound Drowning in the pleasures of
I got a feel for pleasure I got a feel for pain I got a feel for you girl Hey baby I'm feeling free again I got a feel for danger I gotta feel insane
hunger fills my veins - tonight The traffic slows Heartbeats pounding in my brain - beware Their life blood pours from their throats like Crimson rain
And he's saying free men should fight for me Just like his momma, he seems to get his pleasure from pain And the rain, ain't that strange? Very strange
only Creator don't you know Jesus will never let you go. Shine down. Rain down. Fall down on me. Slide down. Fly down one word and you're set free. I
Daddy why are people dropping bomb on each other? Let the sunshine Some like sunshine some like rain, some like pleasure and some like pain, some like
tragic yet magical fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls
bore no wiser than I was before No dog can live like this knowledge gained is far from bliss So I resolved my soul to free through blackest magic and