Close your eyes This how you will lose your faith Take a step Up on your religions, babe Colored bright All your necessary words All your rules, All your life, what you deserve?
And I feel! Runaway! And Disaster call me “The Marching Band”
Look at last In dead eyes off passing things Look inside What you’ve done, and what won’t did Tender light Will not care ‘bout you anymore I am here! I am knocking at your door!