The Gates of Paradise — текст песни (David Byrne)

I am nothing like my sister

I am nothing like my mom

You cant see me in my father

Wonder where did I come from?



And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven

And angels breath is like the desert wind

And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love

To bring us home again



Its a sin to seek perfection

Its a sin to help the poor

Its a sin to hold convictions

For none of them are true



And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven

And angels breath is like the desert wind

And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love

To bring us home again



Beware of good intentions

And the passion in their eyes

For none of them can open

The gates of paradise