(bolin/coverdale) You can walk thro' fire, Make the north wind blow Squeeze 'n' tease me honey When you shake your body You move my soul... Let me be
(bolin/lord/hughes) The world around us hangs in doubt You face a crime that we'll hear about To pay the cost would never be the same Eternal lovers
Stormbringer coming He's got nothing you need He's gonna make you bleed Rainbow shaker On a stallion twister Bareback rider On the eye of the sky Stormbringer
(cook/coverdale) She was a juke-box dancer A blue eyed gypsy queen She always had an answer For what she'd done And where she'd been A feathercane lady
(Instrumental)
Fly on the wings of love, fly baby fly. Reaching the stars above, touching the sky. And maby It is mine, Fly on the wings of love, Reaching the stars
the tallest mountains of the moon I set my soul on fire, transcend this world of nothing Imagination running mad to the extreme I want to fly on the wings
no wings on my angel But she's still an angel to me. --- Instrumental --- There's no wings on my angel The devil is there in her eyes No gold crown on
and all those days Don't let them faint away......... On Broken Wings I guess that's how you have to fly two broken hearts.... across the sky... On Broken Wings
pray on search lights to save us. As the rain pours down. Weight shifts. The storm hits pulls on damaged wings. Weight shifts. The storm hits pulls on
never capture you, And famine will bring you no fear; Under His Wings your refuge, His faithfulness your shield. And He will raise you up on eagle's wings, Bear you on
nothing but a spec on earth, you are the biggest wreck hats off your game of ruining lives is going well and we would like to thank you for the drinks hooked on
heart. Her pitch black soul has died so long ago. Killing keeps her alive. On wings of pestilence (she flies through the night). Mary's on the streets
She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings She takes off when she desires Silence grows on
hidden deep in the ground God, there's a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when we're born Like the ravens in the corn On their wings, on
deep in the ground God, there's a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when we're born Like the ravens in the corn On their wings, on