Pariah - Mike Wexler
Is it the end
Or just the lengths of time
You have in mind
To try
No telling where hey
Your hidden smile lies
Where you will find the time
The angel spoke
And slept the centuries
As in a lucid dream
Ashamed of what it sees
The back unverimiled
Into the waiting arms
Of the seas
And it sees
Whose is the form
That is forbidden you
To take but yours away
Hello oh oh
You're old oh oh oh
You're old
