Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesThe light of day cuts pretty masksOut of stuff way too colourfulAnd glues them on faces of menWho then stomp chessboard with their feetIn brothels red lanterns do shineGates there kept open, welcomingChildren to find their way back homeTo the tower of BabylonPockets and wallets resonateWith choirs and gospels of the changeDreaming of freedom and revengeWho lives by coin, by coin shall dieYou ask me "Why do birds have wings,When sons of mortal men can fly...?"I guess we humans aim too highBefore sun laughs us in the faceSo is there any happy placeExcept for our enchanted realmWhere love with
Pockets On The ShroudPockets On The ShroudThe world shakes, then redemption comesStand still and it will bless you tooJust don't turn your back to the oneWho's kneeling there in front of youThey might have been condemned and left By justice brought in palms of menBut scales of truth are bigger heftThan human sages understandSadness has marked my childhood daysAnd slowly became my best friendI quickly recognize its faceWhen now and again we shake handsIts fist remains as ever firm One hit destroys a stony hillMy faith in hope just twists and turnsWhile touch of sorrow gives me chillHelpless like lonely newborn childWith lips tho
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