Intuition An inward arc A mirror reflects the sun, and i’m blinded
Hatred is a hammer beating Skin made of tears, drop by drop Crumble. Wasteland. How many times must this hammer beat on my heart?
Will our love die Or will we simply sigh As we marvel how it remains
Wild Feathers in the wind Arterial flight A new direction
And why not The branches tremble Dazzled by stars Night
’Til they descend with hate and fury Arrive at dawn, with snare and trap and sword Struck. Knocked down. How many times must this hammer beat on my heart
Will our love die Or will we wonder why As it slowly fades away
Yes For me Love DiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.