You walk on the streets again
Just hoping that a little bit of noise
Would steal the sound of your sadness
We didn’t work again that o familiar feeling
So you reach deep inside of your pockets
And now you’re walking to the red lights
Cheap drills on a costly night
God, at the brothel door
We’re all seeking something more
Oh seeking something more
What are you looking for
Starring at the brothel door
You were made for so much more
You’re on the streets again
But walking on the long way
Never stop the shame of tomorrow
Cold house at three am you’re lying there,
Your silent prayer again on your pillow
And now you close your older eyes
Weary from seachering to find
God, at the brothel door
We’re all seeking something more
Oh seeking something more
What are you looking for
Starring at the brothel door
You were made for so much more
For something great bigger than this binding cell
For something good better than this life of hell
These empty wells wont satisfy
Were the proof roaming through the darkest night
The skin covered souls ever searching to find
God, at the brothel door
We’re all seeking something more
just something more
What are you looking for
Standing at temtations door
Wrestless searching for the source
Fleeding pleasure could be yours
You were made for so much more
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