In a maze of uncertain things
Desire, thou art our vicebring a tear to the eye you do
without wonder where have you gone?
without your kiss we are children
In a maze of uncertain things
bellows this unconcious mind
flowers in the mist I dare
as words on an unspoken tongue
May your touch be our guide
though only in a dream
a dead end you shall create
and vanity you shall bring
Oh ye bastard of grace
set aside our differences
let us meet in the darkness
and shake hands on our knees
Desire make us whole again
in a maze of uncertain things
bring us back to whom we were
before sorrow sets us free
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