The
And his eyes looked into my
eyes so far
whenever the words ran dry
Behind the lash and the circles blew,
he looked as only a priest
came through
And his eyes said me,
and his eye s said you
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
He reached past the wine
for my hand to hold
An d he saw me young,
and he saw me old
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
to doubt
when choosing what to buy?
Should I choose them all?
Should I make them mine?
The ser mons,
the lies and the valentines
And he asked for truth
And he asked for time
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
and the German's grin
Sing with them blues
Cry and let them win
Oh, make them both confess
The priest sat in the airport bar,
he was wearing his father's tie
Thank