that we cannot disclose They turn the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross
I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd done
heaven I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd
in talk of love Why should they contemplate fear? Everyone meets in the cramped city streets Hipsters of zion collide To talk music and dross At the sign of The Cross
Translation: Sebastian, Belle. The Eight Station Of The Cross Kebab House.
