paroles de chanson Lost In The Stars - Martin L. Gore

Before Lord God
Made the sea and the land,
He held all the stars
In the palm of his hand.
And they ran through his fingers
Like grains of sand,
And one little star
Fell alone.
Then the Lord God hunted
Through the wide night air
For the little dark star
On the wind down there.
And he stated and promised
He'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost again.
Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim
And the clouds blow over
And darken him,
So long as the Lord God's
Watching over them,
Keeping track of how it all goes on.
But I've been walking
All the night and the day,
Till my eyes get weary
And my head turns gray.
And sometimes it seems
Maybe God's gone away,
Forgetting the promise
That that we hear Him say,
And we're lost out here in the stars.
Little stars,
Big stars,
Blowing through the night,
And we're lost out here in the stars.