Quite early that morning. Was awake long before that beep sound (beep). Outside my window there was a fire or could it just be the sunrise I. never had known.
Words mean nothing and are useless in the face of time. And I don't want to be walking on my own.
In your window. In midnight hours. You open up wide. Move across the floor. Still nothing inside. You reveal your skin (slow). expose your flesh (dirty).
Now you know what you've been fighting for. Now I know what you've been fighting for. And you've achieved all that you wanted. I've tried to kill it on and on and on and on.
I know you. You're out there. But do you really know who I am. Can you hear me if I scream. Can you recall me now. Can you tell pleasure from pain. Or is your love but a drug.
Trust me, come inside. You heal me. You make it fine. And if only. For the sake of appearances. I'll make it all right. You know I'll make it all right.
Watch me slowly explode. In an old, cold prison. Take the painting off my wall. And I'm back where I began. This story has a lot of turns. And alternative endings.
I watch the sign of love as you surrender. I wipe the last tears from your eyes. It seems we're all forgiven. It seems there's no return. People are deaf and blind.
They say you shouldn't be smiling at all. They offend you, shock you, hit you right between the eyes. And your words remain untrue for the ecstasy of adventure.
Deep black water. Come to me. Take me in your arms. Yes oh yes. I will come to thee. Take away my harm. Just let me float. Away with you. Down into the depths.
You move towards what never could have been. An illusion created by fate. We're drifting away in the storm. For now, as we wander the plains of misery.
I've seen the impasse of mankind. I think I've been there to tell how it hurts. But I certainly don't claim I'm abnormal. Or that I know everything there is to know....
Floating, in circles. Changes, Coming as we die. Silence, broken by silence. Further, here goes. Sitting in my boat, watching the sun, it smiles. Need to fix the chaos, make a mess.
You enter. A dreamworld in reality. Zither tunes fill the air. Oh, is this your wedding dress. The man in your dreams will turn to you. Corselet angel with a ghastly face.
You lazy slob. You stinking slime. You blinded bastard. You lovesick pimp. You so called hero. You demanding pervert. You cyber Casanova. You dead end brain.
If I told you 'bout my love, would you believe me. I don't think you would, Do you know. What this pain does to my soul, Don't think so. Tell me, Do you know.
Black Debonair. Black Debonair. Through the mist of my eyes. And the raining of tears. Under dark skies. Nothing looks so easy. Than the hardest things to do.
Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitch. So pale and painted, occult you look my dear. So shady, unveiling, so worthy my son. So splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) black.
This nothing. Not at all the same. As I see you. I realise. That you never can feel. That your senses don't. Pick up the sound of my cry. This my cry.