The Brothel

[Verse 1] Purple pavements Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles Howling through hollows Restless nights and one-night cheap hotels Am I only drifting to always come back? [Verse 2] And I search for something For whatever, I don’t really care Driving with their lights off - they can be anywhere [Chorus] You cover your eyes You cover your mouth You cover your ears Still, you follow my trail I’ll do it all, I’ll do whatever you say God has left me anyway [Outro] There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening They whisper: "The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying"