Where is choice in all of this?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I write cause words call my name,
and my name is my own.
Poetry & song, a lost girl, let her fall.
Repository of secrets, a portal to the divine
Carved in stone is my heart, a part of art
Romancing the stars, making love to the night
Everybody knows that they will die,
On A Godless Stage
Where is love in all of this?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
My woman leads me to bliss,
She’s the only door that I know to the divine
Repository of secrets, a portal to the divine
Carved in stone is my heart, a part of art
Romancing the stars, making love to the night
And everybody knows that they will die
On A Godless Stage
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