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 twenty-fold To kiss these lips Too brilliant to miss If I heard a word he said It must have been in my head
