Paths Of Desire by October Project - Now I rush to the fingers of light, I guess I tore my head off, t...

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	Artist: October Project Paths Of Desire Now I rush to the fingers of light I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me to make my exit pay-off taste and smell and touch have faded from pollution as a last resort I chose the stupidest solution The first thing I did when I got in the gate was crank up the left-hand dial I got there frist the track star seemed to take a while Now I can dance like Nureyev with these wings on my body St. Peter complains that it's too loud down in the lobby And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone and the radio in heaven can make a heathen feel at home All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart every word sung is both emotional and smart There's a gorgeous sunset happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day so you behave And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone and the radio in heaven can make a heathen feel at home at home

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