Guyamas Sonora
Zach Condon
In the hall I heard your faints falling
Your trial and my corrections made
You had all the prayers
Of my loose heart
You had all the prayers
Of once had gone
No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
Fled through night's air
No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
Fled through night's air
Me I wanted, I wanted
The right time
Me I wanted, I wanted
The fire in line
Me I wanted, I wanted
The right time
Me I wanted, I wanted
The fire in line