Another tribe.another brother. Torn between his lover and the gun. Another god.another mother. Weeps to justify the damage done. I wonder through the lies and dirt.
Here. . Badim, badim, badim. . I'm going down to the station. With my suitcase all in my hand. I'm going away, away to leave you. In some far off distant land.
Swift and true - straight to my heart. Love has come courting and I'm back there again. I pour myself a brand new start. Glad to be falling for the beauty within.