Paradise runs from her eyesnA tear of perceptionnIs there a sense in everything, is there a place where angels singnnTell me why we live and why we dienTell me why we love and why we crynnHer hands caressnHer hands blessnHer hands undress the truth of illusionnIs there a sense in everything, is there a place where angels singnnHer heart is bleeding, hands can killnHer hair is burning, her eyes will thrill usnShe knows a sense in everything, she sings the song we cannot sing