Caught up from sailing by
Your thoughts run like a river when you smile
One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame
Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies
Someone is fighting over death, over love it is all the same, full of hate, full of bruces over my body
I thought that you called this love
Or is it just your way of ascension
One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame
Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies
One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame
Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies