Текст песни George Michael - Praying For Time
George Michael - Praying For Time слова песни
These are the days of the open handThey might just be the lastLook around nowThese are the days of the beggars and the choosersThis is the year of the hungry manWhose place is in the pastHand in hand with ignoranceAnd legitimate excusesThe rich declare themselves poorAnd most of us are not sureIf we have too muchBut we`ll take our chances`Cause God`s stopped keeping scoreI guess somewhere along the wayHe must have let us all out to playTurned his back and all God`s childrenCrept out the back doorAnd it`s hard to love, there`s so much to hateHanging on to hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies above say it`s much too much too lateWell maybe we should all be praying for timeThese are the days of the empty handOh, you hold on to what you canAnd charity is a coat you wear twice a yearThis is the year of the guilty manYour television takes a standAnd you find that what was over there is over hereSo you scream from behind your doorSay what`s mine is mine and not yoursI may have too much but I`ll take my chances`Cause God`s stopped keeping scoreAnd you cling to the things they sold youDid you cover your eyes when they told youThat he can`t come back`Cause he has no children to come back forIt`s hard to love there`s so much to hateHanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies above say it`s much too lateSo maybe we should all be praying for time