Without the cross, without the words,
I feel lost, I feel lost
All your gestures give love,
without the cross, without the words
Decisions are the core of my cells,
you know you got it when you look in my eyes
All your gestures give love,
without the cross, without the words
Thirty three years for three nails,
we're nothing more than skin and bones,
soul go fly but body go rotten
Down on my knees, I'll pray for you,
I'll pray for me, now, God questioning Go Pray now
God never answered six days to build,
one day to sleep, and no réaction
On "Johnny's Road" we feel dirty, in our lives, our skins,
our cells are not so pretentious for this "Johnny's Road"
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a Bible,
sometimes I feel like, without the cross, without the words...
If you can't find solutions, God is the answer
All your gestures give love.