Have you ever met Love under your own steam,
probably somewhere around the Western Province..?
Did you see her wander all alone in the Colombo District..?
I heard she got in to a bus from the Northern hemisphere
May be she is sitting right next to you,
on this bus, no matter where it’s heading
Hold her hand and whisper to her ears… when everything is silent like when no man is in tears
Never leave her alone with the tyrants they roam in this Province of fear
Love, she is an angel sent by God
Trying to send as many of us
In to the All Mighty’s arms
She is in love with the Province Western
Wanting to get married with, on the discussion table
The Ministry of Defense utters in fear
Love, she is wearing a suicider’s gears
Love, she is wearing C4 around her belly full of tears
We shiver in panic and play the dance of horror
Love, she will make flesh with C4 fire
Flesh is the uniform of legalized fear
They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our primal fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
Flesh is the Chinese Wall that keeps us aloof
from the words spoken with her
They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love, she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
With the innocent wish of meeting us in heaven
So then we shall speak to her with no whims of horror
Why bother with all these check points my dear..?
Let her make love with the vagabonds in fear
Let her liberate this mass throttling in terror
She will blow us straight in to the heavens
There we can nicely talk with her, with each other,
In heaven, there is no world’s fourth wonder
Get in to a bus from the Pettah station
Choose your own route how about 137
Make that wish come on ring it inside your head, “I shall meet her inside this beautiful bus like train”
The cogwheels might spin without the metal chains
probably somewhere around the Western Province..?
Did you see her wander all alone in the Colombo District..?
I heard she got in to a bus from the Northern hemisphere
May be she is sitting right next to you,
on this bus, no matter where it’s heading
Hold her hand and whisper to her ears… when everything is silent like when no man is in tears
Never leave her alone with the tyrants they roam in this Province of fear
Love, she is an angel sent by God
Trying to send as many of us
In to the All Mighty’s arms
She is in love with the Province Western
Wanting to get married with, on the discussion table
The Ministry of Defense utters in fear
Love, she is wearing a suicider’s gears
Love, she is wearing C4 around her belly full of tears
We shiver in panic and play the dance of horror
Love, she will make flesh with C4 fire
Flesh is the uniform of legalized fear
They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our primal fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
Flesh is the Chinese Wall that keeps us aloof
from the words spoken with her
They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love, she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
With the innocent wish of meeting us in heaven
So then we shall speak to her with no whims of horror
Why bother with all these check points my dear..?
Let her make love with the vagabonds in fear
Let her liberate this mass throttling in terror
She will blow us straight in to the heavens
There we can nicely talk with her, with each other,
In heaven, there is no world’s fourth wonder
Get in to a bus from the Pettah station
Choose your own route how about 137
Make that wish come on ring it inside your head, “I shall meet her inside this beautiful bus like train”
The cogwheels might spin without the metal chains
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