paradise runs from her eyes
a tear of perception
is there a sense in everything, is there a place where angels sing
tell me why we live and why we die
tell me why we love and why we cry
her hands caress
her hands bless
her hands undress the truth of illusion
is there a sense in everything, is there a place where angels sing
her heart is bleeding, hands can kill
her hair is burning, her eyes will thrill us
she knows a sense in everything, she sings the song we cannot sing