Las niñas duermen sobre los días oscuros
las horas no pasan o lo hacen atropelladas por un enjambre
de cuerpos que caen del cielo
suena Houses Of The Holy mientras el hombre remueve unas letras y calienta la leche del desayuno
Let me take you to the movies. can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow
From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes satans daughter, and it only goes to show. you know.
Theres an angel on my shoulder, in my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden. and the seeds of love Ill sow. you know.
So the world is spinning faster. are you dizzy when youre stoned
Let the music be your master. will you heed the masters call
Oh… satan and man.
Said there aint no use in crying. cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying? was this the only world you had? oh-oh
So let me take you, take you to the movie. can I take you, baby, to the show.
Why dont you let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow