Song | O My God |
Artist | The Police |
Album | Message In A Box |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Everyone i know is lonely | |
And god's so far away | |
And my heart belongs to no one, | |
So now sometimes i pray | |
Please take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
O my god you take the biscuit | |
Treating me this way | |
Expecting me to treat you well | |
No matter what you say | |
How can i turn the other cheek | |
It's black and bruised and torn | |
I've been waiting | |
Since the day that i was born | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
The fat man in his garden | |
The thin man at his gate | |
My god you must be sleeping | |
Wake up it's much too late | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Do i have to tell the story | |
Of a thousand rainy days | |
Since we first met? | |
It's a big enough umbrella | |
But it's always me that ends up getting wet |
Everyone i know is lonely | |
And god' s so far away | |
And my heart belongs to no one, | |
So now sometimes i pray | |
Please take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
O my god you take the biscuit | |
Treating me this way | |
Expecting me to treat you well | |
No matter what you say | |
How can i turn the other cheek | |
It' s black and bruised and torn | |
I' ve been waiting | |
Since the day that i was born | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
The fat man in his garden | |
The thin man at his gate | |
My god you must be sleeping | |
Wake up it' s much too late | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Do i have to tell the story | |
Of a thousand rainy days | |
Since we first met? | |
It' s a big enough umbrella | |
But it' s always me that ends up getting wet |
Everyone i know is lonely | |
And god' s so far away | |
And my heart belongs to no one, | |
So now sometimes i pray | |
Please take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
O my god you take the biscuit | |
Treating me this way | |
Expecting me to treat you well | |
No matter what you say | |
How can i turn the other cheek | |
It' s black and bruised and torn | |
I' ve been waiting | |
Since the day that i was born | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
The fat man in his garden | |
The thin man at his gate | |
My god you must be sleeping | |
Wake up it' s much too late | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Take the space between us | |
And fill it up some way | |
Do i have to tell the story | |
Of a thousand rainy days | |
Since we first met? | |
It' s a big enough umbrella | |
But it' s always me that ends up getting wet |