Angry hands upon the wheel turn slow. Without a star the water turns to stone. Here I stand by lovely strategem. Love is gone I'll invent again. . Lady in ashes, I forget her name.
We are soul children, children of many colors. Walkin' on a big black street, we all want different things. We are soul children, children of freedom.
I once knew a woman, she put a curse on me. That eventually came true. She was a head on wreck on a mystic ride. You know the kind, amongst the visions and the ruins.