You are my sister, we were born. So innocent, so full of need. There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel. Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep.
What can I do. When the bird's got to die. What can I do. When she's too weak to fly. What can I do. When she's calling my name. She's crying. Mama, Help me to live.
Twilight. I fall in the Harbor. Twilight. I fall in the hills. But here in the city. That never sleeps. I can fall. Through one's fingers. . When the swan.
( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe ). . In youth's spring, it was my lot. To haunt of the wide earth a spot. To which I could not love the less. So lovely was the loneliness.
The spirit was gone from her body. Forever and had always been inside that shell. Had always been intertwined. It's hard to understand. Oh....
Let I. Shy cry. Under the light. Let I. Cry sight. A child at night. I can. Have courage. To receive your love. I can. Step steps. Follow my blind. Inside.
Swim with me my mama when I dive in the ocean of death. I will cry if I am not with my family. You could be my friend eternally. . Swim with me my sister when I dive in the great white ocean.
I tried hard to make you want me. But we're not supposed to be. And the truth will always haunt me. Even though it set me free. And my tears flow like the ocean.
Ooh, thank you for your love. Thank you for your love. When all is falling in the seizure of pain. Ooh, thank you for your love. . Thank you for your love.
( Live / Billie Holiday Cover ). . Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Pastoral scene of the gallant south. The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
Oh I'm living. It's a golden thing. It means everything. . I'm gifted. By your grace. It's the Swanlights. In the water. On that shining face. . Oh it's such a mystery to me.
little children snuggle. under soft black stars. and if you look into their eyes. soft black stars. deliver them from the book. and the letter and the word.
well and i can and i die. i can, i die. . well and i'm freezing. i'm freezing. . well it's a sly curse. a sly curse. . well and i'm spiralling. i'm spiralling...
The flying horse carries me across the sky. Triumvirate swallows make our breath. Can we grow a sun. A water run. The Great White Water?. Every slum an ox inside it.
That dog had his way with me. Shake that dog out of the tree. That dog had his way with me. Shake that dog out of the tree. . Shake that dog right out of me.
Staring at a photograph of where we used to be. When the sky was bright and crystal clear and life was just a breeze. Oh well, now something's taking you over.
Rapture. Eyes are falling. Lips are falling. Hair is falling to the ground. Slowly, softly. Falling, falling. Down in silence to the ground. All the world is falling, falling.
River of Sorrow. . There is a black river. It passes by my window. And late at night. All dolled up like Christ. I walk the water. Between the piers. .
Just a perfect day. Drink Sangria in the park. And then later. When it gets dark, we go home. . Just a perfect day. Feed animals in the zoo. Then later.