“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”.

09
Abr 14

 

You missed the winter and it followed you back home

Where sun kissed the crimson footsteps in the melting snow

We are doing our best to disown the golden mean

By these acts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free

 

The acoustic funeral for love in limbo

We're dancing with tags on our toes

I save my last breath for your window

To write you this song

For the acoustic funeral

 

On the verge of a vow to kill all reason locking that door

To a nightmare within a nightmare we are bound to adore

Let the planchette in the shape of heart glide to you

And finally confirm all fears to be so real

 

It's so real.

It's unreal underneath the ice so thin I am turning blue

The one last thing I know to be real is the shadow of you

Killing love with a kiss

 

Let's re-enact the fall for the acoustic funeral

 

Lyrics by H.I.M./Letra da autoria dos H.I.M.

 

publicado por Ligeia Noire às 14:13
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