Call it superstition. Followed and fell. Under the falling. Under the spell. Singing. Bury me. Bury me. Spoken in tongues. Of many colours. In the colours of heaven.
In the western sky. My kingdom come. . So still, so dark all over Europe. And I ride down the highway 101. By the side of the ocean headed for sunset.
Flesh.... (Bone). (Splinters on the telephone). (Whispers). Bullet in the head. Down. Head. Down. Got power to burn. Got means. Got flowers to burn. Between those pretty dreams.