Octobre
>From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I saw a man with a tattoo on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head
Jesus Saves is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
What will people d
How Much Love
Eye to eye stand winners and losers
hurt by envy
cut by greed
Face to face with their own disallusions
The scars of old romances still on their sheet.
And when blow by blow the passion dies
Sweet little deaths just have been lies.
Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lines.
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder.
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding
I start screaming.
It's too late
the decision is made by fate
Time to prove what forever should last.
Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?
Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attacks?
And when blow by blow the passion dies . . .
The first cut won't hurt at all
. . .
The first cut won't hurt at all
. . .
The first cut won't hurt at all
. . .