Umberto Di Bosso e Compadres - regrets lyrics

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<b>regrets</b> by <i>Umberto Di Bosso é Compadres</i><br />The church is near

The soul is willing

The church is near

The soul is willing

But my hands just won't open the door

The church is near

The soul is willing

But my hands just won't open the door

In red above the bed

I won't be here to show my regrets

Some more dripping on the floor

I will be gone when punishment reaches my door

Trouble rides a fast horse

It ain't no use bolding the doors.

(c) Muziek en tekst: R. van Velzen