[Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare.
Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation
by means of profound meditation.
On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally...
and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]

One million miles I'm walking, one million miles away
And still you hear me talking, full of doubt on a painful way
I'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy
I'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery
Take all the trouble with me, more than I can afford
Anscrewed and full of laughter, as girija speaks the word

Oh well I don't know, whatever I'll see...

Come slowly, won't you look at me instead
Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said
Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears
I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years

As now my live is shifted, I crawl on holy ground
My blood and soul are god gifted, made me lookin' in from out
Still I hear their voices singing, gliding sounds from the left to right
I try to close my eyes, but can't get her out of my sight
I know this place is haunted, this temple of tears
This lust I always wanted, beautiful and lustful fears

And still I dont know, where do I go?

Come slowly, won't you look at me instead
Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said
Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears
I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years

Come slowly, won't you look at me instead
Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said
Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears
I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years

Come slowly, won't you look at me instead
Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said
Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears
I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years