sad angel 60x40cm

If you're leaving close the door.

I'm not expecting people anymore. 

Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.

Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.

[Deep Purple, When a blind man cries]

Sweet child in time you'll see the line 

The line that's drawn between, good and the bad 

See the blind man shooting at the world 

Bullets flying, taking toll 

If you've been bad, lord I bet you have 

And you've not been hit by flying lead 

You'd better close your eyes 

Bow your head [Deep Purple, Child in time]