I'm Peter van der I'm 68 old I doubt questions have increased In 42 years of a priest I'm at the end of my I'm not if I'm gonna survive I don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I In I receive silence, no relieve I've waited in vain for a little from that voice in ethereal skies
I was revolutionary A mercenary A student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his I to be honest and good Did my job the best I But I always stayed that man in the spot where I began During the grieve with which I've Spent three since I've felt The certainty I so adored the existence of the Lord
I've enough, that's why I know God this place, long long time ago
I'll him to my perish Things I don't myself but cherish And namely love and purpose that's what sets you free So I'm the metaphores Are not comforting I I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast in my church But as if I'm kept out Some sort of about The of live sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre
I've seen enough, why I know God this place, long long time ago seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago
And time has me good at one thing And horrible at everything The blessings of a world always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would to hold someone maybe have some fun My body's hardly So I'm not really the kind Not once has been Someone a softer skin Who reached out for me in the of the night 'Cause my own mattress would've turn on the light I I've been miscast And the time of is passed My faith is but not least After 42 years of being a The is like a woman out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the which I could never quite get Now i'm here with my regret
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I God left this place, long time ago I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago
my portion, it's my cup... It's my portion, my cup...