5 acessos
There are things that keep us on the ground, when we drift towards heaven.
And there will always be something that tears us down, when we drift towards heaven.
One day we'll be going home to where, where the saints roam.
Their love knows no wrong my friend, wont have to wake up to this hell again.
Tell me you're gonna spread those wings and fly, don't let them keep you away.
In California, there are lies make, make you wanna stay.
One day we'll be going home to where, where the saints roam.
Their love knows no wrong my friend, wont have to wake up to this hell again.
You made the stars see it, what others can only dream about.
You are something that can't be found.
You made the stars see it, what others can only dream about.
Just pray you find what youre lookin for.
One day well be going home to where, where the saints roam.
Their love knows no wrong my friend, wont have to wake up to this hell again.
One day we'll be going home to where, where the saints roam.
Their love knows no wrong my friend, wont have to wake up to this hell again.