Sisters in threes, pilgrims from overseas Borrowed belief, garlands and bilva leaves On hands and knees, crawl to a saintly scene Crazy to me, I don't see what they see.
Gasoline dreams, raging against machines Peaceful release, marigolds mark the street Eyes for the blind, no question in his mind Knots intertwined, can't quite believe it but
I wanna feel devotion
Scrolls from the sea, gods tied to cosmic trees Arrows and spears, preachers and pioneers Cubits of stone make walls for a - wailing on Stories of home bring people comfort so
