Текст песни David Byrne - The Gates of Paradise
David Byrne - The Gates of Paradise слова песни
I am nothing like my sisterI am nothing like my momYou cant see me in my fatherWonder where did I come from? And the laws of men are not the laws of heavenAnd angels breath is like the desert windAnd terrorists are acting out of love, sweet loveTo bring us home againIts a sin to seek perfectionIts a sin to help the poorIts a sin to hold convictionsFor none of them are trueAnd the laws of men are not the laws of heavenAnd angels breath is like the desert windAnd terrorists are acting out of love, sweet loveTo bring us home againBeware of good intentionsAnd the passion in their eyesFor none of them can openThe gates of paradise