Let me cry for all these little men building their bridges of sand:
nothing more than children, with children on their hands.
Deep into their silence, stronger than their words,
runs a cold wild river to the sea of love.
I'm the cleaning Lady of the broken hearts.
I'm the Virgin Mary of the psycopaths.
I'm god's only witness that they fall apart
when they touch the fire of ancient stars.
When the rain starts falling on their hearts, all h*****s and bonapartes
hide inside my red dress like motherless pets.
They produce the tears, they invent the bombs,
they spread out the fears they come home alone.
I'm the cleaning Lady of the broken hearts.
I'm the Virgin Mary of the psycopaths.
I'm god's only witness that they fall apart
when they touch the fire of ancient stars.
nothing more than children, with children on their hands.
Deep into their silence, stronger than their words,
runs a cold wild river to the sea of love.
I'm the cleaning Lady of the broken hearts.
I'm the Virgin Mary of the psycopaths.
I'm god's only witness that they fall apart
when they touch the fire of ancient stars.
When the rain starts falling on their hearts, all h*****s and bonapartes
hide inside my red dress like motherless pets.
They produce the tears, they invent the bombs,
they spread out the fears they come home alone.
I'm the cleaning Lady of the broken hearts.
I'm the Virgin Mary of the psycopaths.
I'm god's only witness that they fall apart
when they touch the fire of ancient stars.