Winged Bull

Hanoi Rocks
Well Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m looking at her
From a Rockâ"š¬â"ž¢â"š¬â"ž¢Roll tower
With the windows, its eyes
And its black stained sides
That canâ"š¬â"ž¢t be climbed
â"š¬í‹Å“Cause theyâ"š¬â"ž¢re as slick as wet glass
And the gate letâ"š¬â"ž¢s the force out, but thru
â"š¬í…"None shall passâ"š¬?
But when Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m with you
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just me in my time
Guess Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve taken some form
Who knows which time around
But one of the reasons is to unite me with you
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m sure of that baby, if a heart tells the truth
Heart tells the truth
IS IT THE WINGED BULL
OR THE HORNS OF OLD PAN
THEREâ"š¬â"ž¢S RA UNTO ISIS
THEREâ"š¬â"ž¢S WOMAN TO MAN
SUN AND THE MOON
MINUS AND PLUS
ZERO EQUALS TWO
IN LOVE AND IN US
Wings of fire and me in my time
Taking this form
Making this sound
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s all of the reasons that unite me with you
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m sure of that baby
If a heart tells the truth
Heart tells the truth