Tekster:
Divine Madness The

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number

Here comes the rose, looking mighty fine. Here comes ol' nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys

Well, I'm leavin' my family, leavin' all my friends My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front

talkin'! Listen to her squakin'! There she goes 'round again, up and then down again, in and then out, ooooh, bop! "Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine

I remember A loss of innocence All we had were yesterdays For a moment deep within our souls We were young and so alive At the end of days When The earth

We sail across the ocean into the unknown I?ve given up the only home I?ve ever known I trust in you completely To taste the demons of the darkened sky

If it were that easy to let you go and not look back The night brings no clarity and time is my enemy The silly way we claw ourselves from the bittersweet

fate Alive for another day A reckless storm that beckons me A weapon of the night?s obscurity Closing in on pawn and prey Devouring the shadows of my soul Divinity

I never thought it had to be this way I always knew that there was more to us Another world away Just a day away Imagination gets the best of me I put