I'm falling off the line
In a folding night in smoke
And she laid me there
Looking past the walls for something
Now I'm tearing the room for a burning light of faith
And she laid me there
In her kinder arms I turn
When you're stoned
On the floor
In a fire
"You can't blame yourself
For the toll
Is clearing now"
Oh come on; come on love
Now I've covered my mind
With the song of heaven's toil
When she laid me there
Oh I'm counting on this love of mine
Whеn you're stoned
On the floor
In a firе
"You can't blame yourself
For the toll
Is clearing now"
Oh come on; come on love
Oh come on; come on
Oh come on; come on
Oh come on; come on