want you I am sitting, waiting and wishing That I could hunt you like a killer with open arms like holy healers I would hunt you like a killer. A call
Translation: Whitley, Keith. Southland Killers.
And I think, it always will Every day that passes by It's just one more way to die Lord knows I'd be gone now on If a broken heart, could kill Why
Translation: Whitley, Keith. If A Broken Heart Could Kill.
