Goodbye, old friend, to a point underneath the skin
The strong and gentle fade, the lights on Broadway dim
We know no peacefulness
We know no peacefulness
Farewell, red light, the darkness always lasts the night
Later on, in the morning you kept us wondering
We see no accident
We see no accident
Angel of the cosmos, turn your heart, tell me
? of your infinity
I'll climb inside your footsteps and sleep beneath your seat
Goodbye, old friend, I read it, I read it: sixty-five bags of h**n'
A man in the ? sighing his work is at an end
We feel no bitterness
We feel no bitterness
Angel of the cosmos, turn your heart, tell me
? of your infinity
I'll climb inside your footsteps and sleep beneath your seat
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility
Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility