This red tent
The place where my mothers met...

In the red tent,
The truth is known...

You say your religion is the better
That your one God is almighty, allpowerful...

Tears running down my face
So steadily, so slowly...

The wind ruffles in my hair
As I stand on top of this high hill...

I sit here in my computer chair
Alone, in this huge house...

Hidden in time
Deep beneath the moon...

Slowly stepping out in to the mist
I look for the path I have yet again missed...

She walks in the sunshine and the rain
Ever smiling, ever walking...

I watch as this shadow follows me
Down this lonely road...

The girl, with her midnight hair
And slender, graceful body...

He picks up the stick
And looks carefully at the table...