She's a tiptoeing black cat in a limousine Cadillac A re-animation after a heartattack A bloodred carpet under my feet A taste of magic under bloodret sheets
As pure as the rain that's falling She is as pure as S.I.N. And all the sins are burning All fires from within
With a russian stew and a pile of the dirtiest rags In a fivestar hotel where black men carry my bags I slept all days away but I only dreamt of her Who rides the milky way in a cheap fake bluefox fur
As pure as the rain that's falling She is as pure as S.I.N. And all the sins are burning All fires from within
Caviar for breakfast and death in the afternoon We rode the sunset and made love under the moon And all the angels watched silently as we passed And painted skies in red, love's iconoclast
As pure as the rain that's falling She is as pure as S.I.N. And all the sins are burning All fires from within