St. Peter

I’m driving far away
For nights and days
going silent they say
I’m running
It’s like your voice I hear
Into my face
Keeps drying my tears
I am climbing mountains high
No clouds in sight
Like my morning for years
Please love me again
My heart is aching
In my head, your voice is echoing
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
I don’t see it clear
The memory of you keeps varying my view
I am lost, nowhere to go
The mountains died
They’re playing tricks on my mind
You’re not here by my side
You’re further away, my hand far away from you
And I’ve been trying to forget
The racing youthful mind leaves nothing behind
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
Now I found myself
On my knees and then
I beg and plea
Forgive my sins I made
I can’t beury anymore
Hanging from cliffs
Let me go
But St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
St. Peter shaking his head
He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»