Second Coming - The Song Lyrics
I live to fly on a natural highMy love is growing softly to the skyThe lovers hors d'oeurve for theEvening to comeThe camera still runs and we see youI was soft for the first timeNow content to breathe so deeplyGot my hands in my pocketsBurn, burn, burnI've seen the lightHell, I've seen them allBut one can keep those daydreamsKeepin' onShow me a world in aDifferent space, in a different houseIn a different wayNothing's sacred anymore butDon't touch my friendsGod makes amends in a bookHe's only pleasant when he's sleeping