作词 : Katya Scarpulla
作曲 : Katya Scarpulla
THE TEMPLE

There’s a temple where some gods
Are waiting just for you
In the name of love, of hate
Or in the name of something new

Keep the money safe
By now, your head is gone
It’s a dangerous game
In a dangerous world

In the past few weeks i noted you seem very Scared
By the kids on bicycles
By the gipsy at friday’s fair

Now the enemy to fight is the loneliness
If you come back soon
We should have a talk

Take out the trash
Light a cigarette

There’s a temple where some gods
Are waiting just for you
In the name of love, of hate
Or in the name of something new

Now the enemy to fight is the loneliness
If you come back soon
We should have a talk

Take out the trash
Light a cigarette

Take out the trash
Light a cigarette

Take out the trash
Put some flower on your mother’s grave
Cook for dinner
Someting you adored when you were a babe

Lets stay the bomb, the guns
Life hurted you enough
Is not too late
Is not too hard

Take out the trash
Put some flower on your mother’s grave
Cook for dinner
Someting you adored when you were a babe

Lets stay the bomb, the guns
Life hurted you enough
Is not too late
Is not too hard