Bay Of Saints
Down by the path to Heaven
How many days we move the muddy souls slow
We cannot get this level
Her broken lips are seeking for a sip of love
As mine are almost empty
Why should we taste the kiss of promised dove
And feel ashamed and guilty?
Heading the bay of saints
Where no one awaits
And no one is against
Because of you I chose to leave my dear home
Put on the mask of blindness
The way we go there the waves singing alone
But mostly cry in silence
Don't try to hide the shining eyes from me
I see you're a fiendish happy
You crave to fall into the sacred mystery
For what now I'm not ready
Following the bay of saints
Where no one awaits
And no one is against
The sky is black, it's laughing at the water
In which we used to sin
Not easy to raise the cross out of the water
In our christlike dream
There are the mountains standing like a wall
With misty peaks of glory
If I don't make it, please, sail it by your own
I guess I know this story
About the bay of saints
Where no one awaits
And no one is against
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