I stumble and I'm in
You fit me with those angels wings
Set me go
Set me high
Set it up, I'm in the sky

The storm is gone
And the temperature's high
And delight is dining
At my table

Till I think, how lucky we are
Angel at my table, God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I'd christen her victory she'd make it

Victory
Victory

Come on boys, let's push it hard
You broke down, push your motor car
Come on boys, you done us proud
You sweat till you mop it right off your brow

Victory
Victory
Victory
Victory

So the storm is gone
And the temperature is high
And delight is dining
At my table

Till the storm is gone
And the temperature is high
And delight is dining
At my table

Till the storm is gone
And the temperature's high
And delight is dining
At my table

Losowe piosenki:
Because of You
Tribe
Garden Of Delight
Chip On My Shoulder
So Far From The Truth