Seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
Now it's much to late
To turn the other cheek
Sounded like the truth
But it's not the truth today
I wonder what it was
I wonder what it meant
First he touched on love
Then he touched on death
I better hold my tongue
I better take my place
Lift this glass of blood
Try to say the grace
But now it's much to late
