Besedila:
Air Supply We Are All Children

man Everyone who knows You, me, we are all children Us, them, we are all children We all are somebody's daughter and son We are all children covered

man Everyone who knows You, me, we are all children Us, them, we are all children We all are somebody's daughter and son We are all children covered

man Everyone who knows You, me, we are all children Us, them, we are all children We all are somebody's daughter and son We are all children covered

are since long dead and gone we had dreams, we had visions nothing left now but one crude decision inhuman temperature slowly rising gasping for air, all supplies are

smoke we rise Illuminating eyes and wise Teaching Lost fools that Yeshua never dies I cry, try to cut off my air supply I'm a transport to space, let

ignorin the medicinal herbals So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus

children All the colors for their eyes All the sandy beaches Fishes in the sea All the birds to sing for daybreak Where are Where are Where are all the

ignorin the medicinal herbals So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus

children All the colors for their eyes All the sandy beaches Fishes in the sea All the birds to sing for daybreak Where are Where are Where are all the