Splinter

Where do our souls go at night?
During restless sleep where do we roam?
Is it right to tamper with our destiny's?
You see yourself sleeping but who are you?
Who are you?

The chanting steals your senses away,
The altar moves as you cross-legged pray.
Weegie board shakes, fingers on the glass,
Deja vou and what are your,
and what are my stars for today.

Well there's a full moon calling,
And a ladder that's in your way.
And there's a big cross in a church,
That needs you to pray.

Where do our souls go at night?
We tamper with our destiny's.

Your bored with life as it really is.
Your bored with life as it really is.

Where do our souls go at night?
We tamper with our destiny's.

Your bored with life as it really is.
Your bored with life as it really is.

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Splinter
1988 - 3:58 - BM159

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© John Buckingham 1988