Paroles de The Church

Verse1: I sit ever so beautiful color glass shattered windows When crowds enter me hopefully I enter their souls And just cause they are in me don't mean that their saved But only the pure of heart shall no longer be slaves My yardmen keep my landscape so nice In order for me to operate there's a reasonable price Just 10 percent of your weekly check The almighty will gracefully pay you back Chorus: I'm the church, where souls flee Because they want to get away from a world of extremes They want to mend back together their souls And die in christ when their body gets old The church The church They want to mend back together their souls And die in christ when their body gets old They want to mend back together their souls And die in christ when their body gets old They want to They want They