الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
You turn off the light
And you won´t make no difference
You hear the echoes fade away
When the cries of despair
Turn to a sound in distance
The road ain´t divine
Black are the wings
that will carry me home
Tower in the night,
up to the sky
Carry our remains
angel of light
To the dark side of Paradise
On wings of fire
to the back side of light
From Babylon to Paradise I crawl
I´ve seen iniquity galore
Been worth a detour
and some more
The snake in the backyard of heaven
Venus guiding to the back door of love
From Babylon to Paradise I´m drawn
I´ve seen iniquity galore
Been worth a detour
and some more
