Vena Cava

It's love not manners maketh man,
Truth one's heart and slight of hand.
What good will it do when the world will sing a different song
And no-one knows the words?
So they sing along in silence
And silently you heard

Vena cava, vena cava.
In the end we're all the same.
Only feeling, only feeling flowing through our veins,
And it's beautiful, it's beautiful.
Everything that's wrong will all be right again.

You can't speak of what you see.
Was it too much for you to feel?
Do the senses not make sense?
Well, these empires are magnificent
But all things fall apart.
...

Vena cava, vena cava.
In the end we're all the same.
Only feeling, only feeling flowing through our veins,
And it's beautiful, it's beautiful.
Everything that's wrong will all be right again.

Vena cava, vena cava.
Spill the blood and mourn it after.
Time will heal and so will laughter,
But life is strange.

Vena cava, vena cava.
In the end we're just the same.
Only feeling, only feeling flowing through our veins,
And it's beautiful, life is beautiful.
It's beautiful, it's beautiful. So beautiful.
Everything that's wrong will all be right again.