I drank the meaning of her words, as theft She danced for Chopin, but his request was that she left The sea gave up his daughter for the moon So weary she looked, as my arm lifts at noon
The fate of you and the world hung on his lonely choice I cannot, but I would love to bury the dead again Reward and punishment are the walls of a city bare
And it is within you comfort I show the mirror A panic of rich desire leaps up from your burning face The face that shows your eyes was my sole victim tonight
It’s for you, Christ, that my bodies’ here You’re bold with your anger and your love is shrewd
He is quick so beware The cold pool waits just for you Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of dire shadows Where she speaks with her lord Her maker sits all alone Deeds are fruit, words are leaves Long shadows cast by old sins
She spoke of Christ to the deaf and the poor The woman of fatalism is here now Her heart creeps among shadows of sick children The dying, graceful snow breaks her simple backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
