Beirut - Guyamas Sonora

In the hall I heard your faints falling
Your trial and my corrections made

You had all the prayers
Of my loose heart
You had all the prayers
Of once had gone

No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
Fled through night's air

No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
Fled through night's air

Me I wanted, I wanted
The right time
Me I wanted, I wanted
The fire in line
Me I wanted, I wanted
The right time
Me I wanted, I wanted
The fire in line