Eyeless In Gaza - Priests

And who will write love songs for you
When I am lord at last
And your body is a little highway shrine
That all my priests will pass?
That all my priests have passed

My priests they will put flowers there
They will kneel before the glass
But they'll wear away your little window, love
They will trample on the grass
They will trample on the grass

The simple life of heroes
The twisted life of saints
They just confuse the sunny calendar
With their red and goldеn paints
With their red and golden paints

And all of you havе seen the dance
That God has kept from me
But he has seen me watching you
When all your minds were free
When all your minds were free

And who will write love songs for you
When I am lord at last
And your body is a little highway shrine
That all my priests have passed?
That all my priests have passed