Too far from heaven

Too far from home

She's walking a thin line - walking alone

Watching the sun set, watching it rise

And nothing as the dark as the light in her eyes



She spoke to a stranger, I can't hear but I see

That she has her own way of talking to me

The flame that she carries burns when she's gone

But there's nothing's as cold as the ground

On my knees



Wo-o-o, on my knees

Wo-o-o, on my knees



Tell me a secret, did it happen to you

Did you give it away? Did it hurt you too?

Passion comes quickly, dies in its sleep

But nightmares are devils you meet

On your knees



Wo-o-o, on my knees

Wo-o-o, on my knees



Who heard the words that you never speak?

Who saw the dream that you used to see?

Can you reach down or is it much too far?

And touch your burning soul?

And touch me when I feel the cold.

On my knees?



Wo-o-o, on my knees

Wo-o-o, on my knees



Words: Michael Leahy Music: Perry Rose