Words like notes,
are strokes along the thigh--
a long slow seduction,
on an Autumn night--
when Autumn, was still Autumn.
Wait a minute now,
everybody just hold it.
Let's think about this.
Whoa, whoa now.
Ain't there no place away?
And I tryed to hide--
live there like I used to.
But the sadness sent me,
letters every day,
sayin' there's--
there's no place away.
Tell me where the hope lies,
to bear the world,
to bear the destruction,
in which we all participate.
Tell me where the hope lies,
to bear the world,
to bear the destruction,
in which we all participate.
Oh I wanna hear--
words like notes,
are strokes along the thigh--
a long slow seduction,
on an Autumn night--
when Autumn, was still Autumn.
Pour me out some hot tea,
and build up the fire.
We'll sit here and listen,
to the ancient choir,
singin', singin', singin', singin', hallelujah.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
