Waiting for the eyes
Brimstone jewellery surrounds your face
Fire burns my soul
White medieval women
Make an exhibition of flesh
Under black parasols
And all the leather, furs, flowers and lust
This is where we belong
This is where we belong
Kiss the past
The minstrels perform
Here children have freedom of desire
Rose masquerade
The old man's glass face
Eyes move still alive, tears cascade
His last parade
And all the leather, furs, flowers and lust
This is where we belong
This is where we belong
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
Kiss the past
And all the leather, furs, flowers and lust
This is where we belong
This is where we belong
Unworthy captives with palms sweat wet
Kiss the past
This is where we belong
Believers of the unpure
Kiss the past
This is where we belong
Believers of the unpure
Kiss the past
This is where we belong
