They say what they say
Under the influence
It's probably the same
That makes uncommon sense

They say what they say
Under the influence
It's probably the same
That makes uncommon sense

Welcome to the land of power
Welcome to the land of power

I know the next time I recall
I will remember my inner call
Inside me
Eyes on fire
(don't deny it)
I'm so wild
I know the next time I recall

This place is my own symphony
Birds chasing wind and symphony of nothing at all

I've got a feel that what I call my sins
Do not belong to me
And I'm gonna wait until my angel comes
He wouldn't judge me
Oh no
Not at all
I'm gonna tell him so much more

I've got a feel that what I call my sins
Do not belong to me
And I'm gonna wait until my angel comes
He wouldn't judge me
Oh no
Not at all
I'm gonna tell him so much more