Crime Of Passion

Crime Of Passion

See the blind man at the dead of night

He can see, so he won't fight

Running scared like a swan in flight

On and on, looking for delight

But it's you, he'll hear you running

As this blind man tells the blind ??

See the children in the jungle zone

Black man woken till your work is done ??

He can't hide, there's nowhere to run

Waiting for salvation to come

And it's you, coming from far

Got a lonely mind to sell

Crime of passion, crime of pain

How long before I see you again

I've been free and I've been high

Got a soul, never ask my why