Текст (слова) песни: Lennox, Annie - The Hurting Time

To everything there is a purpose ...
To every blade of grass
And every leaf on every tree
Every livin thing will surely
Come to pass
And what will be will be ...
Thats when the hurtin time begins

And all the things you never said
Or didnt have the strengh to say
And everything you ever did
That time wont ever wash away
Fears that youve been livin with
Come runnin down your face
Runnin down your face
When the hurtin time begins ...

So tell me what the day brings
Has it lost its thrill?
Are you still searching
Hoping for that
Space to fill ...
Everything you turn to
Is like a mirror on the shelf
And the only one youre blaming
is yourself

A million little deaths youve died
The times that youve been crucified
The more youve loved and lost and tried
And still could not be satisfied
When will you be satisfied?
When will you be satisfied?
Not till the hurtin time begins
Другие песни Lennox, Annie:

A Thousand Beautiful Things
Bitter Pill
Cold
Downtown Lights
Erased
Honestly
Keep Young And Beautiful
Legend In My Living Room
Little Bird
Loneliness
Oh God (Prayer)
Pavement Cracks
Precious
Primitive
Something So Right
Stay By Me
Take Me To The River
The Gift
The Hurting Time
Thin Line Between Love And Hate
Train In Vain
Twisted
Waiting In Vain
Walking On Broken Glass
Why
Wonderful