Everything is rags
And there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy
If there was no one to hurt but me
But now everything that I do
Coming out of me will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life like a curse
Cast by the only Son of Rags
Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
Though he wanted nothing more, my loved one
Than to wrap you up in joy
But it'd never be with me
You and I are like two worlds
Not meant to collide
Death to each other
In the unravelling of time
So how do you..how do you...
How do you...how do you like it?
What kind of...what kind of...
What kind of dream would you call it
To have one foot in Eden
One foot in Hell
To be always numb
Plagued by demons
Summoned by angels
At the same time endlessly?
But I will
Burn me
Right out of this place
I will lay you down to sleep
So when you awake
I'll be gone and
You
Will remember
Nothing
Il tuo voto:
I have heard the big music
and I'll never be the same
Something so pure
just called my name

I have drowned in the big sea
now I find I'm still alive
And I'm coming up for ever
shadows all behind me, ecstacy to come

I have
climbed the big tree
Touched the big sky
I just stuck my hand up in the air
And everything came into colour
like Jazz mana from sweet, sweet chariots

I have seen the big mountain
and I swear I'm halfway there

(You'll never get there, you'll never get there, you'll never get there)

But I will, I will always climb the mountain
because...

I have heard the big music
and I'll never be the same
Something so pure
has called my name
Il tuo voto:
How did he come here?
Who gave him the key?
Slipped it in his hand
so secretly
And who put the colour
like lines on his face?
Brought him here
to a pagan place

Now who shot his arrow?
how high did it fly?
When he tipped it with poison
did he even know why?
What unseen hand
brought him face to face to face to face with
All this and more
in a pagan place?

Come into my parlour
sail in at my shore
Drink my soul dry
there is always more
There is always more after now
fly on my carpet
Look into my face
see the heart of man
in a pagan
in a pagan
in a pagan
in a pagan
in a pagan
pagan...
Il tuo voto:
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