Caught up from sailing by

Your thoughts run like a river when you smile

One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame

Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies

Someone is fighting over death, over love it is all the same, full of hate, full of bruces over my body

I thought that you called this love

Or is it just your way of ascension

One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame

Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies

One for the mornings of your love parade, it is all a shame, for that mortal fame

Two for the times when you thought i'd try, it was the deadly prize for your holy lies