In the end you'll see that there's no guilt no retribution, only love No saints no sinners, only living beings, following their feelings A totally foreign situation, That makes me blind, makes me stay up all night The sleeper awaits filled with a sense of delight That in the end of the tunnel there's a light I love you, my dear. At the end you'll see the feelings ought to touch so In the mirror of your soul No saints no sinners, only different ways In which wins at one pace It's in the nature of manifestation And the agitation follows to become less Now I know I am the love, embracing you Now I know You are the love, embracing me too. } At the end you'll see the feelings ought to touch so In the mirror of your soul No saints no sinners, only different ways In which wins at one pace.