Oh I like the way you walk And I like the way you talk And I would fancy it if you could be my friend Your ideas make me feel That what I see is real And I thank you for your helping hands.
When I was out to find a fallen star To trace the paths I went before I lost my way among yesterday's trees And found myself at some unknown shore I listened to the talk of the waves To the passionate debate of seagulls Searching for your image in caves I found my eyes getting somewhat dull.
Oh I like the way you walk And I like the way you talk And I would fancy it if you could be my friend Your ideas make me feel That what I see is real And I thank you for your helping hands.
Now I see your face bright and clear I feel your hands and smell your skin And home is no more a dreary place The walls of this fortress have become paper thin And I'm walking on laurel leaves And I'm passing by whispering pines But I fear that all the evening's thieves Will steal from me my fragile lines.
Oh I like the way you walk And I like the way you talk And I would fancy it if you could be my friend Your ideas make me feel That what I see is real And I thank you for your helping hands.
I want to live in your temples of pain Penetrated by the force of your love I want to kneel and praise the lamb I want to sacrifice the high-flying dove When the priest of hate leads the way I will follow and leave and kill The rocks in my mind will block the days So I live and die and live at your will.