INVERTED SINS

INVERTED SINS
Eduardo B. Penteado


The girl who guides me in my dreams
Has purple eyes and silver wings
And in the end she simply flies away
She never cries, she never sings
Her purple eyes, inverted sins
And in the end she simply flies away

Her lips are bossa-nova
Her kiss a psychedelic rush of warm desire

The girl who guides me in my dreams
Can give me almost anything
But in the end she simply flies away
She´s made of glass, she´s made of stone
And I will never take her home
Cause in the end she simply flies away

Her lips are bossa-nova
Her kiss a psychedelic rush of warm desire…

Made of glass, made of stone
You will never take me home
Never cry, never sing
Purple eyes, inverted sins
Made of glass, made of stone
You will never…
In the end she simply flies away.