HONG KONG WOMAN BY THE TELEPHONE

there is no pride in pain

there is no profit after bleeding

things happen in freak chains

and it may cost a living

there are no standing walls

in the aftermath of love

there is no one to call

maybe only the Lord above

hong kong woman by the telephone

all alone

there is no light in the end

there is no way to come back

so stand pat and pretend

that the glass has no cracks

there is no chance to restart

it´s only the same old preach

set fire to the church of heart

keep the cup out of reach

hong kong woman by the telephone

all is wrong