I let it pass me by,
I let it leave me now.
I let it fly out of me
Even though it's the only one..
You are so out place,
You don't belong to me
Outside is thundering
This was a love for real..
I see a bird above,
Gliding from side to side,
Straw in its beak and barbed wire
Around his gaping heart.
Lands on an apple tree,
In the Eden of the Divine.
Breaths holy cider in
While I sing a lullaby.
I'd ride with you on and on
Into the night time,
On an Indian horse of a fantasy..
The heart of a shaman man
Trembling on my knife,
Only moors and mud
Under my feet..
Ever since all the time,
All I see is her face.
Staring the distance
My home is now
Made of stone and disgrace.
Misshapen fluid mirrors
Glass shards of Paradise,
Illuminated by
Circles of fireflies.
An Indian ghost
Haunts me from the inside.
Rusty coins placed over his eyes..
An angel winged snake charmer
lets his flute drop,
Over all the mirrors in the clouds...