And his eyes looked into my
whenever the words ran dry
Behind the lash and the circles blew,
he looked as only a priest
You wouldn't like it here,
no, it's no place you should share
The roof is ripped with hurricanes
and the room is always bare
I need the wind and I seek the cold
And he saw me sit ting there
Then he took his contradictions out
And he splashed them on my brow
So which words was I then
when choosing what to buy?
Should I choose them all?
the lies and the valentines
And he asked for only now
Now the trials of trumpet scored,
oh, will we pass this test?
Or just as one loves more and more,
will one love less and less?
Oh come, let's run from this ring
We're in with the Chris tian's clap
Oh, make them both confess
The priest sat in the airport bar,
he was wearing his father's tie
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