he returned into my life
with a little message:
«keep away from this city nights
the next two days»

when I met the
the 2 americanos
I knew he’s here

he’s now in the holy land
like me
waiting for freezing
someone I don’t know

prepared with
the victims picture
waitin’ for the right moment
to hit

he’s still like a dark angel
no place could save
his jobs to stay alive

besides my way
he follows me
like a shadow

you could ask
why in the holy land
but I ain’t got no answer

and when he’s doing his job
just the moon or the sun
is a witness