كلمات Different Lights

Touch me now Let me feel the bitter chill of your hands Understand the holocaust in a caress In your eyes a branding iron glare alights Seven under nine in the same game of chess And you must turn it around Turn it around until you see the veil of meaning in a different light Separate the red from green, Don't let it melt into grey Deny me the alternative of choice Shatter me when I come in for shelter from the cold Till your name is spoken in a broken voice And you must turn it around Turn it around until you see And you must turn it around