The Dust on My Halo

There’s dust on my halo.
There’s dust on my halo.
There’s a lifeline
that follows me right down the centuries
And burns like a quasar within me.
If you could see into my soul,
There’s a darkness
that shines through the dust on my halo.
I’m trying to learn how to say «no».
Oh, you can see into my soul.
But oh my God!
Lord of all mercy, why would you desert me?
There’s no reason
for learning to think in a straight line.
The pleasure and pain would be still mine
if I could see into your soul,
Where the truth goes finally fading away now,
The light of the moon by the day now —
If I could see into your soul.
But oh my God!
Lord of all mercy, why would you curse me?
There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.
But oh my God!
Lord of all mercy, Why would you desert me?
There’s a lifeline
that follows me right down the centuries
And burns like a quasar within me.
If you could see into my soul,
Where the truth goes —
there’s nothing to see or to say now.
We might as well all turn away now.
Beware of the places we go.
Oh. Come on.
Oh. Come on.
There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.
There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.
There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.
There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.