till the sun blisters and sprays
and every lamb ceases to graze
when the kiss of the comb
tears my face from the bone
i´ll be your light
when the shadows fall down the walls
then life will be done
and it just won´t matter at all
i was caught from a hand
nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams
now your breath fills my step
now there is you till life is gone
but i´ll be your light
when the shadows fall down the walls
then life will be done
and it just won´t matter at all
i´ll roll your ball
till the stars can´t make me cry
then life will be done
and it just won´t matter at all
not at all
when the kiss of the comb
tears my face