Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.
I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.
And I'll know my song well before I start singing
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.