Simple Touch

Get in to crawl with all your grace... canÂ'Â't stand the wrong within Blame the disarmed and give in... to face the game of pa*sion 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 wasnÂ't there He wasnÂ't there again I wish heÂ'd stay away Just lie and try to remain Pleasures in a foolÂ's black garden Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasnÂ't there Anyhow you can, anyhow you will How does it feel to recall all thatÂ's real in the end... to relent