Her secrecy is charming to me. The sexual wisdom of a thousand years. With silver eyes she tore through me. It is you I bring to ruin. Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old, My love was never a blessing, My gifts are cold. So I celebrate your blood. It is the music of the sea. I was simply running for the flesh. Your wound falls away from me. Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me. My secrecy is charming to her. The two of us, we understood. With fragile limbs you claimed the distance, While holding hands with a dying God. It was my pride you gifted to me, While holding hands with a dying God. So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth. Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth. As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet. I am a word apart, I am the coldest heart, I am a serpent of the sea. You are a golden sun, you are the silver moon, you are a fever killing me. I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be. You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
