Every word primes the nerves They dissolve our euphoric cluster We are at each other's mercy But what pushes you onward?
Our roots coil and ripen, and the believing heart opens all doors Those fixed in their years, quietly wait for all to disappear
Our tattered beauty held close to a corpse All that provokes awe is sublime
Time without haste Patience without releasе You light your way to sorrow
Underneath the grеater beauty and aura, is this where truth begins Experience both its calm and storm
Behind our ache where fire forms, along the line in which spirits travel I want to weep there, in that place Lead me now where you are
Then sleep with our sex at rest It traces me to here, to where I must purge myself at last Our divine truth is both cruel and fatal
All are allowed their secrets, all are allowed their spirits All are allowed their solace, all are allowed their sorrow But who will remove the blade from between my eyes?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
