poem for the devil ( lyrics)

in a moment of doud
      i got lost in the clouds
i was waiting invaine
      for peace to bring love
and the hurrycaine got lost between
    the stone and the steel
and i still can feel the bitter taste of
      lemons in my mouth
and the coulor of my skin was turning
        red like the sun
for every man who dies
        another man is born
 
in the silence of sound
        on the frosen hard ground
im waiting for the somer
       to bring me back the sun
and the good looking devil drinks
         the blood in my vains
he used to be a singer
    but now he`s out of place
and the angels keep on figthing
        with the devils in the sky
while the savior up in heaven is
         dying to come down
 
and the copenhagen train play`s
      the poem for the devil
there fingertips bleed but still they
       hold the rythm
and the last thing bound to brake
      are the bones in the mountens
this paradis was sold
    as a trademark on the market 
 

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