Soft — текст песни (Second Coming)

I live to fly on a natural high
My love is growing softly to the sky
The lovers hors d`oeurve for the
Evening to come
The camera still runs and we see you
I was soft for the first time
Now content to breathe so deeply
Got my hands in my pockets
Burn, burn, burn
I`ve seen the light
Hell, I`ve seen them all
But one can keep those daydreams
Keepin` on
Show me a world in a
Different space, in a different house
In a different way
Nothing`s sacred anymore but
Don`t touch my friends
God makes amends in a book
He`s only pleasant when he`s sleeping