Аннотация: One more song of my favourite cosmic band 'Prodigal Son's Disciples'
In their glittering homes on verge of the world
The beating ruby hearts in pain
Green gleeful rain outside the rose-shaped windows
Turns into stars in the hands of a madman
With the lips torn by smiling
They-we-I am trying to say the words of my mad love
Soak your hands in my tears
Chain me to your chest, dear
In years we will become one, dear
I shall hold you tight to me
Tell you the stories
Of the madmen"s loving hearts
Every single day in the sick real world
They are drawing coloured maps
Covered with words of crazy theories
There is no one too pure to believe
Open a mind ripped of time
They-we-I an the Savior of the one I find
Soak your hands in my tears
Chain me to your chest, dear
In years we will become one, dear
I shall hold you tight to me
Tell you the stories
Of the madmen"s loving hearts
Now in the corner of a future
The bombs in madmen"s loving hearts
Taking away their lives
Until you stretch a hand n say....