Watch the mother holding desperately
To the baby girl of two days old...
The Song
This song would repeat itself...
Watch the mother holding desperately
To the baby girl of two days old...
There is no past tense to me
When the subject is of him...
He, as untouchable as she, rides the ripples
Of emptiness from their busy lives...
Some men on horses protect the lands,
Defending the views believed are true...
Call me your Immovable Rock |
We sure are cute for two ugly people |
Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it is full again. |