Lamp Lady

Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Love is our destiny All she had to confess Is it the road of choice? Is it our hand of chance? Are we not meant to see What is our cruelty? Who decides what we are When all we have is ourselves Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Love is our destiny All she had to confess Is it the road of choice? Is it our hand of chance? Are we not meant to see What is our cruelty? Who decides what we are When all we have is ourselves Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun