| Lyrics: | [- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all
pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation by means of profound meditation. On
hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally... and so the story goes... (the skanda
purana)]
One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away
and still you hear me
talkin,
full of doubt on a painful way
i'm not a fortune teller nor support the
monarchy
i'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery
take all the trouble with me,
more than i can afford,
anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the word
oh
well i don't know, whatever i'll see...
come slowly, won't you look at me
instead
depressed and lonely, listen to what shiva said
taste the falvour of a hundred
million tears
i stare into her eyes
crimes the hide since thousand years
as now my
live is shifted, i crawl on holy ground
my blodd and soul are god gifted,
made me lokkin'in
from the out
still i hear their voices singing,
gliding sounds from the left to right,
i
try to close my eyes,
but can't get her out of my sight
i know this place is
haunted
this temple of tears
this lust i always wanted
beautiful and lustful
fears,...
and still i dont know where do i go |
