So what would you say
if I don't believe in love
as a child of heaven
I guess the number I've chosen
is written with three sixes
not three sevens
Life is a book with empty pages
each a day, a year or ages
you should always close the one
before you start a new
yeah...
There is no way back in time
to stop the demons follow you
no more insignificant rites
fore pleasures at night
of soporific self-love so cold
cateyed but blindfold
They say
Love is a child of heaven
hate is the plague from hell
It is a joke without a laugh
like a Chime without a Bell
So isn't it fantastic my dear
I know all the words
you love to hear
just lick up the love
or whatever you think it is
I guess I should leave you
in the thought it is...
True love is what has
disappeared in me
Reality surrounding me
so joyfully...
so joyfully...
They say...