The buddha's lips are cold
They shine in their stone
To kiss these lips
Too brilliant to miss
My mind's gone to hell
But it might as well
The buddha's smile shines
It's shining all the time
In the foreground of life
Is what could pull us down
My heart's gone to hell
But it might as well
The buddha's mouth is closed
But he's spoken twentyfold
To kiss these lips
Too brilliant to miss
If I heard a word he said
It must have been in my head
