Kiss The Ground

Kiss The Ground
I'm in a golden temple
In a bombed out street
Feel the rough and tumble
Down where the borders meet
I hear a sandstorm falling
Down where the tears have dried
And there's a west wind calling
But I get no reply

And I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
There is no hidden karma
There is no sacred plight
There is no special armour
To take me through the night
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
Into the space between us
Into the words that say
That every law demeans us
Then every price you pay
There is no hidden karma
There is no sacred plight
There is no special armour
To take me through the night
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
I kiss the ground
There is no manna-mania
There is no banquet here
There is only ghettoes

I kiss the ground