Simple Touch
to face the game of passion To set things clear your departure is near Straight in the backyard of decay
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasn´t there
He wasn´t there again I wish he´d stay away Just lie and try to remain Pleasures in a fool´s black garden
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasn´t there
Anyhow you can, anyhow you will How does it feel to recall all that´s real in the end... to relent