Lay All Your Love On Me

maybe we feel exhausted sometinmes, but there is still the Fire burning
dont care for those empty souls with their neurotic selfishness
yes we dance and have fun, we awake the ectasy from thorned roses sleep
and all the stars around are shining just for our watching eyes
we breathe in the fragrance of all blooming flowers
thank you, who else will care- probably more than we count