Crime love I... sour to sweet.
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion, up and down
scattering mountains, all around
fire and ice, the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice, all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime
then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgement
mountains of motion and emotion, back and forth
scattering oceans, all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
Crime love II... sweet to sour.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away.
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more gain.
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain.
You're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way…
Crime love III… sweet-sour.
My heart is scouting darkest tear
I listen to the night to hear the darkness call
My love for you, so far, so near
Like a kiss to waste and angel to fall
My voice is talking lonely words
Everything I wanted seems to crumble and fall
Sheer sight of you makes me hurt
And to night I turn, where the darkness calls
Can not you take me where angels sing?
And not to the night where darkness calls
It breaks me apart, this loving thing
It cracks me and kills me, I stumble and fall
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgment
A fire slowly burns my soul
Sparks fly off and blow and fall
My body seems to turn to ghoul
And flows into the night, where darkness calls
O, can not you come to me?
Come to me and make my falling stop
O, can not you love me?
Love me and shut the darkness up
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill a choir of angels sound their voices in a poem of despair;
Now do I lay broken upon the fields of sorrow
shattered as a mirror, splintered to a thousand parts
all gone now
all gone
hopes fly on the wind away into nothingness
dreams turn into nightmares taking control of my fears
my future but a faint echo in the distance of the past
my trust blown to bits into oblivion
and my love
o, my love
burned out to smouldering ashes and some curling smoke
and now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect the weeping tears
fallen from my eyes upon the fields of sorrow
my weeping tears
once diamonds in your hands
but now grains of salt fallen upon the sand
the sand on the fields of sorrow
and as I lay there in the dirt
(my body now but food for the underworld)
I weep the final tear, a tear of blood
as I watch the last spark, the last spark of a once so brightly burning passion,
fade into the night
and as night once more returns the darkness
I force my body to rise and voice a shout towards the horizon,
but my solemn cry remains unheard
but it does not matter
cause now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect my silenced soul
silenced by an untrue love
and so I lay me down
shattered, broken
upon the fields of sorrow
The sounds echoing in the night...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more rain
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels sound their voices again in dismay;
Tears in my eyes.
The setting sun a sight for my sorrows.
My sores explore the twilight-zone to its most outer reaches.
Dusk falls with a soft sigh.
And the impending night covers my sadness with a blanket of grieve.
And so I await dawn with tears in my eyes.
A cry on my lips.
The crows in the trees a rasping choir.
The sounds as spears through the vastness of the dark.
Echoes return with a sarcastic answer.
And the impending silence hovers as a pack of wolves in the night.
And so I await dawn with a cry on my lips.
Pain in my heart.
An imaginary knife impales my chest.
Blood, dark and rich like ripe berries, flows down my body.
It is absorbed by the hungering grounds on which I have sat me down.
And the impending feelings of hurt rip through my mind.
And so I await dawn with pain in my heart.
And as slowly over the ocean the sun sets,
I heave my arms towards the sky and voice my cry.
And as my heart stops its drumming rhythm,
my tears obliterate into a cloud of silver dust.
The sounds echoing in fright...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain
you're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way...
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels keeps still
their voices an echo in forever-lasting loneliness
slowly fading away...
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