(instrumental)
If I have wounded any soul today If I have caused one's foot to go astray If I have walked in my own willful way Dear Lord, forgive Forgive the sins
People think that I?m high class But I?m low down all the while People think that I?m crazy When I flash that California smile But I can still Paint
If I have wounded any soul today If I have caused one foot to go astray If I have walked in my own willful way Dear Lord, forgive If I have uttered idol
Aaa aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa aaa I travelled to a distant shore I felt I had to go An inner voice had called me there But why I did not know? I saw the
(words & music by Battersby - Gabriel) If I have wounded any soul today If I have caused one foot to go astray If I have walk in my own willful way Dear
The day is over and still so heavy on the mind In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers
The wages of sin hold my heart hostage My mouth is still cruel, my skin is in bondage My body is scarred from the lyrics I've carved Bruises I've healed
Twas noontide of summer And it was mid-time of night Star in their orbits shining Pale, so pale through the light I gazed a while And I turn away to
People say that I'm high class But I'm low down all the while People think that I'm crazy When I flash that california smile But I can still paint the
We will sail on forever On to the land of the evening star Into the endless we ride Unveil the darkness behind Abandoned glory hidden, castaway we ride
People say that I'm high class But I'm low down all the while People think That I'm crazy When I flash that California smile But I can still paint the
Sei ganz leise, sei nicht e??gstlich, schau er hat dich doch so gerne. e??er deinem kleinen Bettchen schaukeln Sonne, Mond und Sterne. Seine Hand, die
Butler opened the parlor door I took my coat and approached the floor A door opened at the top of the stairs A sexy lady she was a-standing there I stumbled
Der Mond scheint grimmig A?ber uns Er war schon immer da HA¤userwA¤nde strahlen hell Im Nebel so klar Wie ist die Welt so stille hier So traurig
You've taken the last of me The gods of your innocence Shall not protect you from the hate of my wrath You've taken the last of me Blame the end on yourself
He hands me curious , small, transparent glints which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine. Movements within me , saying. "Come to me , come, come."
Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark Since the Orcoid orb's fast wounded me Wuth the greatest passage