Kiss The Ground

I'm in a golden temple

In a bombed out street

Feel the rough and tumble

Down where the borders meet

I hear a sandstorm falling

Down where the tears have dried

And there's a west wind calling

But I get no reply

And I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

Nothing around

There is no hidden karma

There is no sacred plight

There is no special armour

To take me through the night

I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

Nothing around

I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

Nothing around

Into the space between us

Into the words that say

That every law demeans us

Then every price you pay

There is no hidden karma

There is no sacred plight

There is no special armour

To take me through the night

I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

Nothing around

I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

I kiss the ground

Nothing around

I kiss the ground

There is no manna-mania

There is no banquet here

There is only ghettoes

I kiss the ground