歌词
Now here's tomorrow's then
Tomorrow is simply a maybe
Yesterday's a blur that's already gone
And I struggle to keep the time
To keep the time...
Beatitude
Spare your secrets
To rain from the sky
And enjoy
Falling from grace
I can not exchange this feeling in my heart
For the fortunes of the multitudes
There's an art to making sense, I know
But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude...
Is Beatitude... Is Beatitude
But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude