Bauhaus Saved
you're entering a pearl corridor
ending on your crimson spot
i become unconscious, saved
and just pursuing spirograph
with the zahra universes
hung in middle space
that i promise to be you
but was no such thing
i was saved, saved, saved
ooh, ooh
the world does not lie
the place of paradise
the people, the people lie
the people lie
one with your body
you are walking peace
what if things do not part
what if things do not part
part, ooh, ooh
saved, saved
you're entering a pearl corridor
lying on your crimson spot
i become unconscious
saved, saved, saved, saved, saved....
