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