[Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare.    Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation   by means of profound meditation.    On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally...    and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]      One million miles I'm walking, one million miles away   And still you hear me talking, full of doubt on a painful way   I'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy   I'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery   Take all the trouble with me, more than I can afford   Anscrewed and full of laughter, as girija speaks the word      Oh well I don't know, whatever I'll see...      Come slowly, won't you look at me instead   Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said   Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears   I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years      As now my live is shifted, I crawl on holy ground   My blood and soul are god gifted, made me lookin' in from out   Still I hear their voices singing, gliding sounds from the left to right   I try to close my eyes, but can't get her out of my sight   I know this place is haunted, this temple of tears   This lust I always wanted, beautiful and lustful fears      And still I dont know, where do I go?      Come slowly, won't you look at me instead   Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said   Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears   I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years      Come slowly, won't you look at me instead   Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said   Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears   I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years      Come slowly, won't you look at me instead   Depressed and lonely, listen to what Shiva said   Taste the flavour of a hundred million tears   I stare into her eyes, crimes they hide since million years