Black Dove - White Dove Songtext
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The gallantry of a white self still catches
Life giving consciousness one, two, three, four
Five was the number that made out of you such a
Saint Bernard′s not someone like you he's aware of his
The gallantry of a white self still catches
Life giving consciousness one, two, three, four
Five was the number that made out of you such a
Saint Bernard′s not someone like you he's aware of his
Tainting slowly behind grey curtains you see
Tainting slowly behind grey curtains you see
Black dove. White dove. Black dove. White dove
So impure
Black dove. White dove. Black dove. White dove Grey is the cure. Grey is the cure
Your faith is just a lonely longing for
Reality – idealized despite you feel
The war between so called good so called evil
Inside of yourself but you cling to – it defines your
Pride oneself on knowing the truth that excludes
Pride oneself on knowing the truth that excludes
Black dove. White dove. Black dove. White dove
So impure
Black dove. White dove. Black dove. White dove
Grey is the cure. Grey is the cure
Grey is