Beyond Words - featuring Burhan G Lyrics
| Song | Beyond Words - featuring Burhan G |
| Artist | Outlandish |
| Album | Closer Than Veins |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| With my right foot first | |
| I stepped into the holy mosque | |
| Upon the cold white marble | |
| Where day and night people sat worshippin’, praying | |
| Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
| Shinin’, not a particle of dust | |
| The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
| The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
| Yeah, the largest of it all | |
| Then came the grandest of the whole | |
| The big beautiful house of | |
| AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin’ | |
| My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
| Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
| I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
| A sudden chill in me | |
| Lookin’ around the large floor was filled with unity | |
| Circling the beautiful house | |
| Chanting, people sitting, prayin’ for forgiveness | |
| Prayin’ to do better, | |
| I witnessed | |
| Takin’ a deep breath, tears was runnin’ | |
| I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
| Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin’ 24 no doubt | |
| I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
| How everyone had their attention only on worshippin’ | |
| All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin’ | |
| Forgettin’ everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
| I looked up in the sky thanking | |
| Allah for this journey | |
| Sayin’, "I swear I didn’t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I’d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
| For a moment | |
| I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
| In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
| Allah holds the master plan and it’s already written | |
| The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it’s written | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life that’s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
| Mi madre me recibe con un periódico y una carta | |
| Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
| De momentos ya yo espero | |
| Que mis lágrimas caigan, me preparo | |
| Me sorprende que mis ojos estén | |
| Secos y mi alma esté calmada | |
| En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
| Staring outside | |
| There was something | |
| I realized | |
| Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
| Will see the beauty of eternity | |
| Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
| Lo normal sería sufrimiento | |
| O un parecido sentimiento | |
| Le pido a | |
| Dios que lo amparé en sus últimos momentos | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life, that’s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ILooking back on my life | |
| No regret, only the sweet journey | |
| Lessons from the simple steps | |
| Taking by you and | |
| IWith my right hand first | |
| I open the door to the room | |
| Where my woman gave birth | |
| To my first born son | |
| Only minutes before | |
| I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
| Mom's giving me comfort | |
| Family support | |
| As I approached, | |
| I could hear him crying | |
| I didn’t notice that my tears were running | |
| Pictured myself for a moment | |
| In the arms of my father | |
| Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
| On which I’d sit grabbing his finger | |
| Taking my first step | |
| Would I become like him? | |
| After a certain age bottle up | |
| Stop showing love | |
| But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
| Replaced by hugs | |
| Father whispered in his ears | |
| The family was gathered | |
| Pictures were taken | |
| My hands still shaking | |
| My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
| Three generations of tears running so calm | |
| He came with | |
| Gods blessing | |
| And grace, so we named him | |
| FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
| If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |
| With my right foot first | |
| I stepped into the holy mosque | |
| Upon the cold white marble | |
| Where day and night people sat worshippin', praying | |
| Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
| Shinin', not a particle of dust | |
| The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
| The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
| Yeah, the largest of it all | |
| Then came the grandest of the whole | |
| The big beautiful house of | |
| AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin' | |
| My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
| Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
| I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
| A sudden chill in me | |
| Lookin' around the large floor was filled with unity | |
| Circling the beautiful house | |
| Chanting, people sitting, prayin' for forgiveness | |
| Prayin' to do better, | |
| I witnessed | |
| Takin' a deep breath, tears was runnin' | |
| I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
| Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin' 24 no doubt | |
| I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
| How everyone had their attention only on worshippin' | |
| All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin' | |
| Forgettin' everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
| I looked up in the sky thanking | |
| Allah for this journey | |
| Sayin', " I swear I didn' t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I' d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
| For a moment | |
| I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
| In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
| Allah holds the master plan and it' s already written | |
| The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it' s written | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life that' s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
| Mi madre me recibe con un perio dico y una carta | |
| Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
| De momentos ya yo espero | |
| Que mis la grimas caigan, me preparo | |
| Me sorprende que mis ojos este n | |
| Secos y mi alma este calmada | |
| En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
| Staring outside | |
| There was something | |
| I realized | |
| Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
| Will see the beauty of eternity | |
| Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
| Lo normal seri a sufrimiento | |
| O un parecido sentimiento | |
| Le pido a | |
| Dios que lo ampare en sus u ltimos momentos | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life, that' s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ILooking back on my life | |
| No regret, only the sweet journey | |
| Lessons from the simple steps | |
| Taking by you and | |
| IWith my right hand first | |
| I open the door to the room | |
| Where my woman gave birth | |
| To my first born son | |
| Only minutes before | |
| I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
| Mom' s giving me comfort | |
| Family support | |
| As I approached, | |
| I could hear him crying | |
| I didn' t notice that my tears were running | |
| Pictured myself for a moment | |
| In the arms of my father | |
| Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
| On which I' d sit grabbing his finger | |
| Taking my first step | |
| Would I become like him? | |
| After a certain age bottle up | |
| Stop showing love | |
| But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
| Replaced by hugs | |
| Father whispered in his ears | |
| The family was gathered | |
| Pictures were taken | |
| My hands still shaking | |
| My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
| Three generations of tears running so calm | |
| He came with | |
| Gods blessing | |
| And grace, so we named him | |
| FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
| If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |
| With my right foot first | |
| I stepped into the holy mosque | |
| Upon the cold white marble | |
| Where day and night people sat worshippin', praying | |
| Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
| Shinin', not a particle of dust | |
| The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
| The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
| Yeah, the largest of it all | |
| Then came the grandest of the whole | |
| The big beautiful house of | |
| AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin' | |
| My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
| Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
| I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
| A sudden chill in me | |
| Lookin' around the large floor was filled with unity | |
| Circling the beautiful house | |
| Chanting, people sitting, prayin' for forgiveness | |
| Prayin' to do better, | |
| I witnessed | |
| Takin' a deep breath, tears was runnin' | |
| I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
| Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin' 24 no doubt | |
| I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
| How everyone had their attention only on worshippin' | |
| All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin' | |
| Forgettin' everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
| I looked up in the sky thanking | |
| Allah for this journey | |
| Sayin', " I swear I didn' t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I' d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
| For a moment | |
| I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
| In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
| Allah holds the master plan and it' s already written | |
| The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it' s written | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life that' s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
| Mi madre me recibe con un perió dico y una carta | |
| Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
| De momentos ya yo espero | |
| Que mis lá grimas caigan, me preparo | |
| Me sorprende que mis ojos esté n | |
| Secos y mi alma esté calmada | |
| En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
| Staring outside | |
| There was something | |
| I realized | |
| Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
| Will see the beauty of eternity | |
| Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
| Lo normal serí a sufrimiento | |
| O un parecido sentimiento | |
| Le pido a | |
| Dios que lo amparé en sus ú ltimos momentos | |
| Looking back on my life | |
| Life, that' s gladly been given to me | |
| Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
| Given to you and | |
| ILooking back on my life | |
| No regret, only the sweet journey | |
| Lessons from the simple steps | |
| Taking by you and | |
| IWith my right hand first | |
| I open the door to the room | |
| Where my woman gave birth | |
| To my first born son | |
| Only minutes before | |
| I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
| Mom' s giving me comfort | |
| Family support | |
| As I approached, | |
| I could hear him crying | |
| I didn' t notice that my tears were running | |
| Pictured myself for a moment | |
| In the arms of my father | |
| Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
| On which I' d sit grabbing his finger | |
| Taking my first step | |
| Would I become like him? | |
| After a certain age bottle up | |
| Stop showing love | |
| But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
| Replaced by hugs | |
| Father whispered in his ears | |
| The family was gathered | |
| Pictures were taken | |
| My hands still shaking | |
| My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
| Three generations of tears running so calm | |
| He came with | |
| Gods blessing | |
| And grace, so we named him | |
| FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
| If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
| And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
| But if I worship you for your own being | |
| Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |
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