St. Walker
Oh, Street walker in clovesTell me where you goTell me where you goTell me where you go,Tell me where you walk without moving at all
Oh what a pretty high noteWhere you run to, I’ll go glisteningI should never know thatYou were far from me,But here in sinBecause I want water where it’s foundAnd you know, there there.
Oh tell me where you goIn the night, shadows are walking on the wallStreet walker where I go, is all of my faultJust tell me where you areTell me where you love without leaving at all, and I’ll go!
Oh what a pretty high noteWhere you run to, I’ll go glisteningI should never know thatYou were far from me,But here in sinBecause I want water where it’s foundAnd you knowIf there is water, you’ll drownDrown down in it
Drowning! Drowning! Drowning!
Oh what a pretty high noteWhere you run to, I’ll go glisteningI should never know thatYou were far from me,But here in sinBecause I want water where it’s foundAnd you knowIf there is water, you’ll drownDrown down in it