Reborn

Ten thousand girls to the side of the road Ten thousand saints are stealing my soul Your lips are pure like endless love I might consider being reborn Ten thousand fights to the side of the road Ten thousand drunks are feeding my soul Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose I might consider being reborn Your lips are pure like endless love I might consider being reborn Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose I might consider being reborn She’s calling She’s climbing up the throne I’m still bleeding In the turmoil of my dawn Your love is burning a thousand miles away I feel frantic My own weakness explode Your eyes are weapons They keep me watching from above Your love is burning a thousand miles away She’s calling She’s climbing up the throne I’m still bleeding In the turmoil of my dawn