The Gates Of Paradise (Give Praise Where Praise Is Due)

The piano won't play
And I was taught a lot of the other plays
It's time to move again now anyway
This, this is an endless parade
Yes, this is an endless parade
The half life is strange
Here there is constant decay
It prays for praises to us to say
"Do I feel love where I used to feel hate?
Do I feel love where I used to feel hate?"

The ammonia won't play
It just sits there all day
Just waiting on this side eye paradise
When you close your eyes do you ever pray?
'Cause unbelievers are strange
I loved a few, I remember their names
And you still think if they just had a taste
But they won't, I think
But they won't, I think

The summer was gray
The city appeased us with a shower of rain
And we stopped and we stood in the colonnade
For a while, everything was okay
For a while, everything was okay
For a while, everything was okay
For a while, everything was okay
For a while, everything was okay
For a while, everything was okay