A jealous sky, a jealous dawn
To a proverb lying in the sunlight
Praise to a wall of religious beliefs
There are no stars in the sky on this pale humid night
No love to pray for, no shoes to shine
No tune to sing to
Can't share my wine
Don't reach for me, I cannot save you
I'm just a rail-road, a photograph
I am the moth burning in the flame
Have I lost my mystery?
The spell which is woven
Has beauty bestowed become forbidden?
Love makes me weak, to well it makes me stronger
A lonely killer answering my call
A gentle child playing in the fields
Playing in the fields
Should one cry or scream or place a coin in a tin?
I have no answers, just questions implying a thousand revelations
I hear voices, I see faces but cannot seem to please
The way of the world promotes freedom without substance
So don't reach for me, I cannot save you
I'm just a rail-road, a photograph
I am the moth burning in the flame
Burning in the flame