What makes the beautiful sun...Spill so free from your eyes?
What makes you turn and run...Trade the cure for the fight?
Oh, I remember the feeling...Of having you inside.
What makes a beautiful girl...Fall to her knees and cry?
When does the beautiful child...Cast off his smile in shame?
He takes to the mud like a duck to the water, And who is really to blame?
How could my beautiful father...Push me out in the rain?
He gave me his suitcase and left me to founder...On the shores of the west USA.
Oh, big beautiful baby...You are so dear to me.
Just crawl in my heart like it is your cradle...I'll rock the noise to sleep.
Oh, deep beautiful mystery...The whole world calls your name
The thief, the saint, the unbeliever...We are all the same.