A Psychic Behind Enemy Lines

Behind Enemy Lines Behind I followed through doors and passage ways Roofs and small runways .. The boy with a glint in his eye, He took me up , high high to the very top A table under the skies Knelt on a rug I drank tea with women of good hearts Respect for the holy cross. The army were coming home And the locals didn't want to let me go. I heard I was deep inside They said ' run for your life' Through a window of time A prayer the doors stay shut I ran like the wind through the secret map No way will they ever know i know my way home I ran down the dire straits, Gahered myself , my breath , my grace , I walked a normal pace In view of you all Naked in your disgrace The soldiers of the Holy Grail Escorted me kindly Out of the Old City Gates A friend of Jesus Christ