Holy mother of the simple one
When you smile at me, you bring me down
You betray your thoughts
All your prayers too naught
Now, out of death, you speak in tongues
And, out of breath, your work is done
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves
When you smile at me, you bring me down
You betray your thoughts
All your prayers too naught
Now, out of death, you speak in tongues
And, out of breath, your work is done
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves