Texty: The House Of Love. Corridors.

You run
so fast with life
just gnawing at your heels
a ghost
a sign
that leads you over here
to me
a stream
to bathe away your fears
your nights
your slave

I know the world is round
but here you are still haunting me
love is slow
the pain is fast
and danger never enters this town

I glide
through salt
with ease
the greenest serpent's smile
a bolt
of blue
is shining in my eyes
to you
the Queen
the raving crying eye
that takes
me down

I know the world is round
but here you are still haunting me
love is slow
the pain is fast
and danger never enters this town