Confession Road

As I went down that road of confessions

I,ve spotted the bird that has flown

Dressed up in pearls and possession

Yes that true love such a waiste for me

So I,ve follow the torch of her mission

For reason obscured by the cloud

Both her heart and her heat made me senses defeat

Yes that true love such a waiste for me

I´ve run and I´ve hide I swallow me pride

whihle this veil´s were torn from me eyes

Now I,m old and the strings on me cuffer

carries nothing but squek´s from the past

Still the heat of her heart make me vision blow fast

Yes that true love grow in taste at last

I´ll guesss that true love grow in taste at last