I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you
Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she’ll keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you
Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she’ll keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you
Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she’ll keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms
as with most lyric searches there are usually errors in the words. i think this is a s close to what i hear in the song
You’re The storm Lyrics
Oh it’s healing, bang bang bang
I can hear your cannons call
You’ve been aiming at my land
Your hungry hammer is falling
And if you want me, I’m your country
I’m an angel bored like hell
And you’re a Devil, meaning well
You steal my lines and you strike me dumb
Come raise your flag upon me
And if you want me, I’m your country
If you win me, I’m forever, oh yeah
‘Cause you’re the storm that I’ve been needing
And all this peace has been deceiving
I like the sweet life and the silence
But it’s the storm that I believe in
Come and conquer and drop your bombs
Cross my borders and kill the calm
Bear your fangs and burn my wings
I hear bullets singing
And if you want me, I’m your country
If you win me, I’m forever, oh yeah
Songwriters: SVENSSON, PETER ANDERS / PERSSON, NINA
I’m tired of the constant pick myself up off the floor the whine of how hard it is to be alone the sun will come out tomorrow the sun will never come out a fucking gain all you got to do is believe in you or is it believe in me and you over and over and over again
pop music love give me a nail in each ear the hammer of a torn up trigger pulled into some deeper reach of my old brain leave me the fuck alone the wisdom of your never lived never knew the hard core of loneliness all there truly is and that’s what makes us dance
down the streets of ecstasy I’ll take my chances endlessly And there’s no need for me to run With my fingers wrapped around a gun reality what can it be But a misery you set for me there’s no sense in wanting more cuz this is what I have been put here for Look around What do I see? there aint nuthin here for me Look around what do I see There aint nuthin more for me
You preachers of morality how would you do to live like me heaven’s just a novelty another thing they denied to me
so down the streets of ecstasy I’ll make my way most carelessly and you can judge it tragedy, but I wont surrender that easily
Look around What do I see? there aint nuthin here for me Look around what do I see There aint nuthin more for me
So down the streets of ecstasy I take my chances endlessly and theres no need for me to run with my fingers wrapped around a gun