Passions

You wake up like a hungry tiger,
With your shopping bag in your hand,
Surprise, surprise,
Revenge was the night,
And all your money turned into sand,
You’ll run till you stop in a gateway,
With your loving heart beating alone,
Nurses of mercy won’t cover this issue,
Jesus is calling and you pick up the phone,
Slow down, those are passions,
Running like birds over our heads,
And the question is - will we allow them,
To make their luxurious nests in our beds,
Slow down, those are passions,
Running like birds over our heads,
And the question is -
Who drives us?
One day we’ll jump off the end of the world,
Where no one has ever jumped before,
And swim to reaching the islands of the lord,
With no passions anymore,
Slow down, those are passions,
Running like birds over our heads,
And the question is - will we allow them,
To make their luxurious nests in our beds,
Slow down, those are passions,
Running like birds over our heads,
And the question is -
Who drives us? . . Then one day you’ll say that i’m special,
And i will say that you’re special, too,
And no matter then who drives us,
It’s you.