edge. I close my eyes and . . . . my luck keeps holding strong, even when the boot comes down. Waiting for the revolution but there?s no one around except the . . . hands
slow-mo-tion Caught by my watering eye Hand on heart A promise, a word and a voice Hand on heart Promising I'll never go Hand on heart For reasons
Pull me from the edge I close my eyes and My luck keeps holding strong Even when the boot comes down Waiting for the revolution But there's no one around except the Hands
by my watering eye Hand On Heart A promise, a word and a voice Hand On Heart A rhythm of hope and a vision of choice Hand On Heart Promising, I'll never
Переклад: Queensryche. Поклавши руку на серце.
Переклад: Queensryche. Руки.