Interpret:

Marko Saaresto

Album:

Playground

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 of game of chance


 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
 Turn it around until you see 
 The veil of meaning in a different light