Song | Two Women |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | How I Loved You |
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I, I wrote a poem | |
on your porcelain white back | |
and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
and you, you wore the mask— | |
painted red, with golden cross, | |
and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
And I'm nailed onto your shadow, | |
and I thank you for my birth, | |
I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
raining tears upon these words. | |
And I, I remember | |
I remember who you were. | |
I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
Then you come for me . . . | |
Through the hills of iron, | |
through the leaves of rust, | |
through the turning white mist, | |
through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
through the lines that mark your face, | |
through the living joy that I erased, | |
beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
You put your eyes in my head, | |
you put your voice in my mouth, | |
you put your mind in my mind, | |
you put your blood in my blood, | |
you put your hand into my side, | |
you put your lips onto my skin... | |
and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
and you come . . . | |
And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
And the water will run thick black, | |
and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
And you people will whisper with her name, | |
and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
And her body will show the secret heat, | |
and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
but her blue eyes will nullify the cost— | |
of attrition, self-hate and inner rage, | |
running down my face and through my veins. | |
I'll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
I'll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
if you'll come for me— | |
if you come for me— | |
Will you come for me . . . ? | |
And we'll rise above, | |
we'll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
(I can't live without you.) |
I, I wrote a poem | |
on your porcelain white back | |
and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
and you, you wore the mask | |
painted red, with golden cross, | |
and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
And I' m nailed onto your shadow, | |
and I thank you for my birth, | |
I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
raining tears upon these words. | |
And I, I remember | |
I remember who you were. | |
I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
Then you come for me . . . | |
Through the hills of iron, | |
through the leaves of rust, | |
through the turning white mist, | |
through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
through the lines that mark your face, | |
through the living joy that I erased, | |
beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
You put your eyes in my head, | |
you put your voice in my mouth, | |
you put your mind in my mind, | |
you put your blood in my blood, | |
you put your hand into my side, | |
you put your lips onto my skin... | |
and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
and you come . . . | |
And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
And the water will run thick black, | |
and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
And you people will whisper with her name, | |
and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
And her body will show the secret heat, | |
and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
but her blue eyes will nullify the cost | |
of attrition, selfhate and inner rage, | |
running down my face and through my veins. | |
I' ll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
I' ll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
if you' ll come for me | |
if you come for me | |
Will you come for me . . . nbsp? | |
And we' ll rise above, | |
we' ll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
I can' t live without you. |
I, I wrote a poem | |
on your porcelain white back | |
and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
and you, you wore the mask | |
painted red, with golden cross, | |
and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
And I' m nailed onto your shadow, | |
and I thank you for my birth, | |
I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
raining tears upon these words. | |
And I, I remember | |
I remember who you were. | |
I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
Then you come for me . . . | |
Through the hills of iron, | |
through the leaves of rust, | |
through the turning white mist, | |
through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
through the lines that mark your face, | |
through the living joy that I erased, | |
beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
You put your eyes in my head, | |
you put your voice in my mouth, | |
you put your mind in my mind, | |
you put your blood in my blood, | |
you put your hand into my side, | |
you put your lips onto my skin... | |
and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
and you come . . . | |
And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
And the water will run thick black, | |
and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
And you people will whisper with her name, | |
and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
And her body will show the secret heat, | |
and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
but her blue eyes will nullify the cost | |
of attrition, selfhate and inner rage, | |
running down my face and through my veins. | |
I' ll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
I' ll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
if you' ll come for me | |
if you come for me | |
Will you come for me . . . nbsp? | |
And we' ll rise above, | |
we' ll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
I can' t live without you. |