Hypnos 69 Good Sinner - Bad Saint
Her tongue speaks eerie riddles in six movements
A butterfly glides gently with the flow
Isolation drips upon my soul
While Daylight catches energy below
Her eyes give me the face of a marooned man
But offer me instead to take her hand
She's a good sinner
She's a bad saint
For life
Time has never spoken of the wasteland
Underneath the echo in my dreams
An evening star shoots dust into her eyes
I'm wandering in hopeless nights it seems
Her silver tears reflect the eerie moonlight
The mourning sun shines bright upon her face
She's a good sinner
She's a bad saint
For life
She's a real good sinner - she's a bad saint
For life
Daisy chains are torn in all directions
A momentary first and last goodbye
Killing time with waiting for solutions
I've never noticed any flying by
I clearly see through clouds for a while
Clouds that hide the truth behind her smile
She's a good sinner
She's a bad saint
For life
She's a real good sinner - she's a bad saint
For life