.Out from the jungle of love we now tread,
tears wet the bramble of time to clear.
Bear the path of return toward your bed,
for the songs love bestowed start to sear.
...Memories come out to haunt and play,
despair is not far from the mind.
Behold the jeep of a friend to aid!
Ride like the wind... climb and climb.
tears wet the bramble of time to clear.
Bear the path of return toward your bed,
for the songs love bestowed start to sear.
...Memories come out to haunt and play,
despair is not far from the mind.
Behold the jeep of a friend to aid!
Ride like the wind... climb and climb.