Lamp lady selling tangerines, and
With the loving eyes of God
Drift back to the sun
Lamp lady selling tangerines, and
With the loving eyes of God
Drift back to the sun



Love is our destiny

All she had to confess

Is it the road of choice?

Is it our hand of chance?

Are we not meant to see

What is our cruelty?

Who decides what we are

When all we have is ourselves



Lamp lady selling tangerines, and

With the loving eyes of God

Drift back to the sun

Lamp lady selling tangerines, and

With the loving eyes of God

Drift back to the sun



Love is our destiny

All she had to confess

Is it the road of choice?

Is it our hand of chance?

Are we not meant to see

What is our cruelty?

Who decides what we are

When all we have is ourselves



Lamp lady selling tangerines, and

With the loving eyes of God

Drift back to the sun

Lamp lady selling tangerines, and

With the loving eyes of God

Drift back to the sun