Through St. Andreos....
15,000 ft. where I lay...,
where I've paid;
paid my dues: all for you,
what's left for me to choose?-
all for the truth-all for you..,
down the ravines;
East of where I lye,
my body dies...
-
where I've told another lye-
East, where I have died:
see through the grapevine.
