Not our love, Lord!
Not my love, Lord!

Six o'clock feel the cold
Still no sign after all
Torture here blind men there
Dirty roads sleazy bars

And the rising of the Eastern sun shows
Stones where once were hearts

You sold your heart - Lord
You are a ghost - Lord
Old oak trees - Lord
For your wealth - Lord
With your gold - Lord
You can buy - Lord
Almost all - Lord
Not my love - Lord

Six o'clock feel the heat
Warning signs after all
Rapture here tired whores there
Willing slaves cheap hotels

And the rising of the Eastern sun shows
Stones where once were hearts

You sold your heart - Lord
You are a ghost - Lord
Old oak trees - Lord
For your wealth - Lord
With your gold - Lord
You can buy - Lord
Almost all - Lord
Not my love - Lord

Six o'clock hear the cries
More than signs after all
Misery here your child there
Empty eyes temples stained

And the rising of the Eastern sun shows
Stones where once were hearts

You sold your heart - Lord
You are a ghost - Lord
Old oak trees - Lord
For your wealth - Lord
With your gold - Lord
You can buy - Lord
Almost all - Lord
Not our Love - Lord
Not their Love - Lord
Not my Love - Lord
Not our Love - Lord

[Written by Alexander [bad word] by Ernst Horn]