Teresa (特里萨) - Peter Bradley Adams

Composed by：Peter Bradley Adams

I watch her walk before me

Her children in her arms

The proof of all her choices

I see the weight in her eyes

She's learned to talk to angels

That's how that she survives

Another running to father

They come to her at night

Oh Saint Teresa

I know you're tired

So lay with me and rest a while

There's no way for me to love her

There's no way for me to stop

So I wait the night to meet her

In a dream that I have lost

I watch her walk before me

She leaves me with a smile

And I'm frozen by the spirit

By the light in her eyes

Oh Saint Teresa

I know you're tired

So lay with me

So lay with me and rest a while

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Yeah

On to lay with me while with me while

On to lay with me while with me while

On to lay with me while with me

On to lay on to with me while

On to lay

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

On to lay

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

On to lay

Saint to wrist of rest

Saint to wrist of rest

Till the and me wh