Crime Of Passion

See the blind man At the dead of night He can see, so he wont fight Running scared like a swan in flight On and on, looking for delight But its you, hell hear you running As this blind man tells the blind See the children in the jungle zone Black man woken Till your work is done He cant hide Theres nowhere to run Waiting for salvation to come And its you, coming from far Got a lonely mind to sell Crime of passion, crime of pain How long before I see you again Ive been free and Ive been high Got a soul, never ask my why