Her tongue speaks eerie riddles in six movements A butterfly glides gently with the flow Isolation drips upon my soul While Daylight catches energy below Her eyes give me the face of a marooned man But offer me instead to take her hand
She's a good sinner She's a bad saint For life
Time has never spoken of the wasteland Underneath the echo in my dreams An evening star shoots dust into her eyes I'm wandering in hopeless nights it seems Her silver tears reflect the eerie moonlight The mourning sun shines bright upon her face
She's a good sinner She's a bad saint For life
She's a real good sinner - she's a bad saint For life
Daisy chains are torn in all directions A momentary first and last goodbye Killing time with waiting for solutions I've never noticed any flying by I clearly see through clouds for a while Clouds that hide the truth behind her smile
She's a good sinner She's a bad saint For life
She's a real good sinner - she's a bad saint For life