IN A PLACE WHERE THE SUN WON'T SHINE

In the crowd, carrying a knife

Why should I worry,

when there's nothing

only fading light.

This plan of mine,

I thought it up quick

in a place where the sun don't shine.

I'm sure when I was born

they must have broke the mold

Cause what's the use of living,

when you're always out in the cold

This plan of mine

Every bead of sweat,

is a hill that I've had to climb

Oh for the life of a sweet child

Just to know love in you life

Mother quick, mother quick, mother quick

My soul's alight

See the crowd, see the crowd, see the crowd,

On this hot bed night.

This plan of mine

Sweet is the seed,

so sweet as the darkest soul.

Oh for the life of a sweet child,

Just to know love in your life

mine is the dream

in this cold light.

Seeing it all disappear.