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He shut up like a rose, the scar of my belly |
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How I wanted him to rise up with the clouds |
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How I asked for love, received the wounds on cheek,the nights empty sleep,hopeless words |
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I can't keep |
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He searched just like a magnet, |
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Oh the metal is me |
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How I needed him to draw it in, protect me from belief |
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How I pleaded then to end again, heal my rotting skin,pleaded then, asked for sin,something |
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I can keep |
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Soul of my soul, do you feel me? |
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Touch the beating, heart of my heart |
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Flesh of my flesh |
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Mouth of my mouth |
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Soul of my soul, do you feel me? |
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Touch the beating, heart of my heart |
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He shuned me like disease, the feathers in my eyes |
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How I need his light to purify the darkness deep inside |
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How I asked for warmth, received snow and sleet,the burns on my feet,white and unsoiled sheets |
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He reached for all desire, kept his hands far from me |
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How my mind built high could rectify such pain and deceit |
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How the sorrow plunged, concrete and ashen weeps |
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The porous bed it reeks with unresolved peeks |
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Soul of my soul, do you feel me? |
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Touch the beating, heart of my heart |
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Flesh of my flesh |
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Mouth of my mouth |
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Soul of my soul, do you feel me? |
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Touch the beating, heart of my heart |
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And now I sleep on ladders |
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So afraid |
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I'll fall |
