Woorden:
Cruel Hand Crashing Down

In a falling house of cards. the of what we called ours. i never needed a clue, we had two. it was me and you. house of cards. what it drop. tried hard

right lets coincide All night flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired Now I'm on charge The party's going down

300 years on the sea of Moyle, a cruel and bitter place, The children missed their father here, the smile upon his face. In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash

me wasn?t you We both know that life is cruel I know we can?t go down that road again And it hurts too much to think what might have been (Chorus) But

place were I come from is with me all the time You could walk the streets when the sun goes down In my little town You don't need defenses when the sun goes down

Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won't be down

cool cool cruel cool light on my face. Yeah the sand sand sand, the sand scratches my hand, and your tears tears tears, they keep falling where I stand, while the waves crash down

I cleared my name. Now try, Try to pry them from my dead hands. Now try, Try to pry them from my dead hands. Cruel sources, To discredit all I did You

Verse 1: Will Smith Early mornin' wake up Gently with the Caress on your hand And that Kimono that I bought you on my trip to Japan Sunshine peekin through