Manna From Heaven Songtext
von Miles Hunt

I have a picture of you
It′s mine to keep
And I look to your strengths
Whenever I'm weak
I′ve been needy; so needy; I'm under a strain
But you reach out and slap me from under the frame

So yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
Your manna from heaven, I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up
And down on my knees

It′s been too long, out on a limb
I′ve been too long, sick of listening to him
My whole life, you laid down your law
Swapping sins, for hymns, for sins
Don't wanna hear it no more


So yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
Your manna from heaven, I′m ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up
And down on my knees
So please, please I'll follow your lead
Ease up on the torment I′ll gladly concede
Your manna from heaven, I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up
And down on my knees

On my knees

We got, Values
Ooh we got, Values
Ooh we got, Values
Ooh we got

Yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
Your manna from heaven, I′m ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up
And down on my knees
So please, please I'll follow your lead
Ease up on the torment I'll gladly concede
Your manna from heaven, I′m ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up
And down on my knees

On my knees
On my knees