Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. With tears that just won't quell this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness of a [bad word] below us. Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul a hope to make me whole again. Down from a hundred to one. Count. Down from a hundred to one. Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. Are you fading? Don't stop waiting. Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. Fight our way to the top of the list without anything but a fistful of a glory that can [bad word] from a power that gives and takes us all. [bad word] fro me [bad word] to you. [bad word] for me. I'm counting. Down from a hundred to one. Count. Down from a hundred to one. Count. Down from a hundred to one. Count. Down From a hundred to one. Count. Down from a hundred to one.

PS Я по первости текст не разобрала, а на слезы все равно пробило