John Mark McMillan - Love at the End | Текст песни

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• John Mark McMillan
• Love at the End

Out of the gaslight
Off the roads we've traveled on
Down by the wayside
Against the sheen of a Babylon
I've seen an empire
Taste the tempest of a gathering strong
But I found love at the end of the world
(really hold out the “I” in these stanzas; you have to fit two chords over it)

My rabbit's running
On the street hot heels of Rome
My hour's coming to reconcile with the dawn

I I'm on the brink
I I'm on the brink
I I'm on the brink

But I found love at the end of the world

Tell the reaper
Tell the repo man
I've got nothing that belongs to him
Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin
But I found love at the end of the world


Out of the good night
I was born into your arms
Like you're my country
Like you're the hills where I belong
Out of that good night (I'm on the brink)
I was born into your arms (I'm on the brink)
You are my country (I'm on the brink)
Like the hills where I found love at the end of the world

Tell the reaper
Tell the repo man
I've got nothing that belongs to him

Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin