the writing on the wall The Lord has spoken Oh no, we've seen the writing on the wall How can you to stop us? Infiltrate blasphemous strongholds Oh this Infiltrate blasphemous strongholds Oh this Perfect Storm
With a backpack full of promise And wonder in her eyes I turned my head just so she wouldn't see me cry 'Cause I could see the writing on the wall It seems no matter how I tried The pages of this
Writing on The Wall Lyrics. [Verse] Palaces of silver and gold. Cannot be designed overnight. It's like the saying I've often been told. "No matter the cost, do things right". [Pre-Chorus]
What “The Writing on the Wall” is all about . Indeed all lyrics considered, Bruce Dickinson sounds a lot like a prophet himself. And “the writing on the wall” apparently points to an idea like the approaching destruction of modern civilization or at least the localities where the future “riders on the storm” currently reside.
I've been here beforeBut always hit the floorI've spent a lifetime runningAnd I always get awayBut with you I'm feeling somethingThat makes me want to stayI'm prepared for thisI never shoot to missBut I feel like a storm is comingIf I'm gonna make it through Peeling paint, a hеavу heаrt. That’s what makeѕ a wоrk of аrt. We scream and wе pray. Sсulpting dreams out of clаy. As we try not tо look at scrawl. The meѕsage of doоm, the writing on the wall. Evеrydaу we plаy this game of chance. Whіrling through a despеrate dаnсe. Sketching visionѕ іn our heads.
Ooh ooh, I can read the writing on the wall Ooh ooh, but I can't let go They say if you love someone You gotta let them go And if they return to you That's surely how you'll know Ooh ooh, I can read the writing on the wall Ooh ooh, but I can't let go I'm hopelessly aware Of the good and bad traits we share It's like looking at myself And I know
You're not ready to bear the weight. I won't let you bury me. You're not ready to bear the weight. I won't let you bury me. You're not ready to bear the weight. The writing on the walls. May be foreign to us all. 'Cause the casualties of war. Haven't changed us much at all.
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