Pale 3 Four Days (feat. Anita Lane)
There's lines on my hands
For my destiny
Lines on my hands
For what will be
But never thought
I'd become a part
4 days - of mystic union
4 days - of love transfusion
4 days - of red hot coal
In my burning blue soul
4 days - Mysterious communion
4 days - sun, moon in fusion
4 days - of red hot coal
In my burning blue soul
I never thought
I'd be called upon
To be like Orpheus
I never thought I'd see
When I sleep
The face of my destiny
4 days - of mystic union
4 days - of love transfusion
4 days - of red hot coal
In my burning blue soul
4 days - Mysterious communion
4 days - sun, moon in fusion
4 days - of red hot coal
In my burning blue soul
Dear diary,
The earth was void and darkness was.
And in my throat, there was such a hot kiss.
Hot, hot - through came the light.
Epiphany - and in my hands there was a key.
My saviour is the wounded
And I am wounded to save.
I've seen what childhood can do.
In a hospital library, I read about you.
I know the fire of my mind agitates the Atmosphere.
I know the unearthly power of medicine
And the troubles of men to men.
But I know the fire of the soul,
You cannot bind and hold.
You're my beloved spirit
And I am your soul bride.
