Pay For What We Believe (23-05-2003)

sunday, left me old

grey and cold today

but lately, im feeling high

can not stop me now

sunday



lately, men who knows

nothing at all

we might know

it all, pass the street

sudden need

but I'm

sunday



its a blessing in disquise

i only know door

its a fountain full of life

and slowly walk by

nothing is free anymore

we've got to pay for what we believe

we walk by



monday, i'm waking slow

my bones are cold today

tired, smiling on

smile will give my life

away