Comfort To The Dalai Lama Lyrics

These visions assemble and tell my crooked heart

With your lips on my upper arm

Those weak days of waiting

Our summers all in shards

Like a bloodline runs through it all

And all of our skin is covered with the ashes from a capitol din

All of the engines fall into pieces

You see there's a temple for every broken heart

And a leader to assume your faults

You're pulling me closer to feel our bodies' spin

WIth our bloodlines and everything

And the bridges near Kota fell with the substance of brick into the river of Chambal

All the workers died

They felt it all

Everyone listens now and then, my friend

To the sound of everything

But the visions assemble and summon up the parts

And the world skips like a pounding heart

The comfort of summer, love, is leading ahead all of your dues

And the making of the forbidden words would tear us apart

The comfort of summer, love, is leading ahead all of your dues

Desolation by your common TV

And the Lama takes you to the real beyond here

Revolution is a broken language

And the Lama takes you to the real beyond here