Song | The Day You Love |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Behind a veil of tears | |
How dreams as these | |
You dreamt not of | |
And thought to pass your years | |
More peaceably than others do | |
Devoid of common pain | |
Your own company pleased you | |
And as you heard complain | |
Of those small hurts that never heal | |
And scar their victims deep | |
You oft' proclaimed your heart could feel | |
No love | |
And sought to keep | |
Your perfect brow | |
Untarnished by | |
The sorrow you would save | |
Your perfect lips | |
Unvarnished lie | |
To kiss might thee enslave | |
Protected are thy limbs | |
No fear of deeds | |
Unseemly grasp thee | |
Directed by thy perfect ear | |
No words could hope to clasp thee | |
Indeed thou will not be enshrined | |
Will honor no man’s name | |
But in disdain | |
You are, you’ll find | |
Enshrined all the same | |
In your defense | |
You say "not so" | |
When standeth thee accused | |
Of hatred for mankind | |
But O | |
How hast thou been abused | |
That such a mortal fear | |
Could frighten | |
All your nature wills | |
So much | |
So that what might enlighten | |
Passion | |
Pity kills | |
And cannot bear to look upon | |
A soul you have enraptured | |
With cruel haste | |
You bid begone | |
The fools you have encaptured | |
Mistake me not | |
It is unjust | |
For every lovestruck squire | |
To claim a heart he hasn’t won | |
But what of your desire? | |
Can'st thou pretend within thy breast | |
A beat was ne’er misplaced | |
And lost somewhere? | |
Dost thou but jest | |
To say thou never traced | |
With trembling fingertips | |
The image | |
Of a foreign shore | |
Embarking on a pilgrimage | |
To where none touched before? | |
The most deluded eyes could see | |
Thou harbor'st in thy frame | |
A store more rich than most should be | |
In every sense's flame | |
That thou dost feel | |
I know it well | |
That thou dost weep | |
I’ll swear | |
That thou dost love | |
I’ll live to tell | |
If thou would only dare | |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Beyond all this | |
What truth | |
Within my counsel lay | |
And thank me | |
With a kiss |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Behind a veil of tears | |
How dreams as these | |
You dreamt not of | |
And thought to pass your years | |
More peaceably than others do | |
Devoid of common pain | |
Your own company pleased you | |
And as you heard complain | |
Of those small hurts that never heal | |
And scar their victims deep | |
You oft' proclaimed your heart could feel | |
No love | |
And sought to keep | |
Your perfect brow | |
Untarnished by | |
The sorrow you would save | |
Your perfect lips | |
Unvarnished lie | |
To kiss might thee enslave | |
Protected are thy limbs | |
No fear of deeds | |
Unseemly grasp thee | |
Directed by thy perfect ear | |
No words could hope to clasp thee | |
Indeed thou will not be enshrined | |
Will honor no man' s name | |
But in disdain | |
You are, you' ll find | |
Enshrined all the same | |
In your defense | |
You say " not so" | |
When standeth thee accused | |
Of hatred for mankind | |
But O | |
How hast thou been abused | |
That such a mortal fear | |
Could frighten | |
All your nature wills | |
So much | |
So that what might enlighten | |
Passion | |
Pity kills | |
And cannot bear to look upon | |
A soul you have enraptured | |
With cruel haste | |
You bid begone | |
The fools you have encaptured | |
Mistake me not | |
It is unjust | |
For every lovestruck squire | |
To claim a heart he hasn' t won | |
But what of your desire? | |
Can' st thou pretend within thy breast | |
A beat was ne' er misplaced | |
And lost somewhere? | |
Dost thou but jest | |
To say thou never traced | |
With trembling fingertips | |
The image | |
Of a foreign shore | |
Embarking on a pilgrimage | |
To where none touched before? | |
The most deluded eyes could see | |
Thou harbor' st in thy frame | |
A store more rich than most should be | |
In every sense' s flame | |
That thou dost feel | |
I know it well | |
That thou dost weep | |
I' ll swear | |
That thou dost love | |
I' ll live to tell | |
If thou would only dare | |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Beyond all this | |
What truth | |
Within my counsel lay | |
And thank me | |
With a kiss |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Behind a veil of tears | |
How dreams as these | |
You dreamt not of | |
And thought to pass your years | |
More peaceably than others do | |
Devoid of common pain | |
Your own company pleased you | |
And as you heard complain | |
Of those small hurts that never heal | |
And scar their victims deep | |
You oft' proclaimed your heart could feel | |
No love | |
And sought to keep | |
Your perfect brow | |
Untarnished by | |
The sorrow you would save | |
Your perfect lips | |
Unvarnished lie | |
To kiss might thee enslave | |
Protected are thy limbs | |
No fear of deeds | |
Unseemly grasp thee | |
Directed by thy perfect ear | |
No words could hope to clasp thee | |
Indeed thou will not be enshrined | |
Will honor no man' s name | |
But in disdain | |
You are, you' ll find | |
Enshrined all the same | |
In your defense | |
You say " not so" | |
When standeth thee accused | |
Of hatred for mankind | |
But O | |
How hast thou been abused | |
That such a mortal fear | |
Could frighten | |
All your nature wills | |
So much | |
So that what might enlighten | |
Passion | |
Pity kills | |
And cannot bear to look upon | |
A soul you have enraptured | |
With cruel haste | |
You bid begone | |
The fools you have encaptured | |
Mistake me not | |
It is unjust | |
For every lovestruck squire | |
To claim a heart he hasn' t won | |
But what of your desire? | |
Can' st thou pretend within thy breast | |
A beat was ne' er misplaced | |
And lost somewhere? | |
Dost thou but jest | |
To say thou never traced | |
With trembling fingertips | |
The image | |
Of a foreign shore | |
Embarking on a pilgrimage | |
To where none touched before? | |
The most deluded eyes could see | |
Thou harbor' st in thy frame | |
A store more rich than most should be | |
In every sense' s flame | |
That thou dost feel | |
I know it well | |
That thou dost weep | |
I' ll swear | |
That thou dost love | |
I' ll live to tell | |
If thou would only dare | |
Remember | |
And tell me | |
The day you love | |
Beyond all this | |
What truth | |
Within my counsel lay | |
And thank me | |
With a kiss |