Sweet unrest grows sour -- striving, excruciating yet wanting so badly to atone... "Go, then and scorn fidelity. Guilt will follow."
This tightrope I walk slices through my feet as the are clay As if I were meant to fall into both sides of sorrows (so grave, so deep) To be forced by guile and guilt which so manipulate For I have paid in insincerity for my small mistakes
I fear the imminent gravity of aborted wishes I have seen before through eyes like his I know the pain separation gives And he hasn't yet learned Forever never means forever....anymore, anymore, anymore...did it ever?
This is for washing the sorrows away From these feet like clay...
The rope now gives way, and I know where I stand He's within, without, and so very over Like a sweet, sweet dream into which I'll never step again, anymore... (But there are other dreams, oh yes)
* Well in the night I dream about you In the day I find no rest Just the thought of you, my darling Sends aching pains all through my chest
Days grow longer and enamored with the spring Longer now I watch your face, blue in the silent dusk But how long will hopes remain inside, entombed, beseeching us And how long till your faraway eyes will reach for me Will they ever reach again? Do I hold no mystery? (anymore...) And how can we romanticize Once those burning eyes Have wrapped around my flesh, so consuming my enigma Is there nothing left? anymore, anymore, anymore...
This remorse will never disappear While he refuses to dry his tears Our guilty hands never rinse clear So we remain blind in fear -- and never love
* Well, when I'm dead and in my coffin With my feet turned toward the sun Come and sit beside me, darling, Come and think on the way you've done
* from folk song, "East Virginia," not included in Knowledge Scars versionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
