paroles de chanson Holy Sunday - John Grvy

Who do you live for?
My love means nothing for you
What can I say more?
If this world ain't worth it nor you
Tell me, would you stay strong?
If the music fails, would you?
Baby, tell me, would you?
Baby, I can't blame you

I know I'll keep my faith
Even though my youth is wasted
I know I'll keep my faith
Even though your love is faded
I know I'll keep my faith
Baby, tell me, would you?
Baby, I can't blame you, yeah

You got me searching your body
Among the moonbeams for you
You got me trusting nobody
Alone and moody for you
You got me killing, reviving
Like it's holy Sunday (Holy Sunday)
You got me searching your body
Among the moonbeams for you
You got me trusting nobody
Alone and moody for you
You got me killing, reviving
Like it's holy Sunday (Holy Sunday)

Tease me, tease me, tease me, tease me, baby
'Til I lose control
Tease me with your love 'til I lose control
Take all my body and soul
Tease me, tease me, tease me, tease me, baby
'Til I lose control
Tease me with your love 'til I lose control
Take all my body and soul

You got me searching your body
Among the moonbeams for you
You got me trusting nobody
Alone and moody for you
You got me killing, reviving
Like it's holy Sunday (Holy Sunday)
You got me searching your body
Among the moonbeams for you
You got me trusting nobody
Alone and moody for you
You got me killing, reviving
Like it's holy Sunday (Holy Sunday)