Crime of Passion

See the blind man

At the dead of night

He can see, so he wont fight

Running scared like a swan in flight

On and on, looking for delight

But its you, hell hear you running

As this blind man tells the blind

See the children in the jungle zone

Black man woken

Till your work is done

He cant hide

Theres nowhere to run

Waiting for salvation to come

And its you, coming from far

Got a lonely mind to sell

Crime of passion, crime of pain

How long before I see you again

Ive been free and Ive been high

Got a soul, never ask my why