| Song | Homesick Sonnets |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sonnet I | |
| In times of warmth | |
| When love and comfort dear | |
| Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
| How is it | |
| That I wish to disappear | |
| And find myself again | |
| Back where you are? | |
| Is it that home is only home with you? | |
| And how then did you earn your house that name | |
| When judged by years it's relatively new? | |
| My home is not my home here just the same | |
| And so I will be happy as I must | |
| Although without you | |
| Sugar tastes as dust | |
| Sonnet II | |
| What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
| When hour after hour passes by | |
| And still I feel so very far away | |
| From that which I desire | |
| Yes, thee and I | |
| Yet rosy is my sadness | |
| For ere now | |
| I never had pined after someone’s touch | |
| Nor eyes | |
| Nor lips | |
| Nor hands | |
| Nor raven brow | |
| And here I am | |
| Missing almost too much | |
| My paradox is that I weep at this | |
| While being glad I have a love to miss | |
| Sonnet III | |
| Heartsick have I been | |
| This long, long day | |
| Heavy is my disposition | |
| Yet, I smile | |
| And try my best to hide away | |
| The pain | |
| The life | |
| The love I can’t forget | |
| Sorry am I | |
| For the ones I fool | |
| They ask for nothing save my company | |
| And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
| That sayeth once I love | |
| Twice bound I’ll be | |
| Alas, I often slip | |
| And to them show | |
| That far away | |
| My heart desires to go | |
| Sonnet IV | |
| It seems only a moment past | |
| I listened to the dulcet tone | |
| Of thy too far off voice at last | |
| But now I find myself alone | |
| Yet, my eyes closed | |
| I am not so | |
| For underneath my fingertips | |
| I feel your flesh | |
| Caressing slow | |
| And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
| Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
| I’ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
| Sonnet V | |
| A cold wind ravages my mind | |
| As though I were | |
| A blade of grass | |
| Which, rained upon | |
| Has been made blind | |
| And waits now for the storm to pass | |
| But, strange | |
| The closer cometh I | |
| To travel's end and your embrace | |
| The darker seems to go the sky | |
| The further off seemeth your face | |
| 'Tis trying | |
| When in pain, to rhyme | |
| 'Tis harder still to measure time |
| Sonnet I | |
| In times of warmth | |
| When love and comfort dear | |
| Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
| How is it | |
| That I wish to disappear | |
| And find myself again | |
| Back where you are? | |
| Is it that home is only home with you? | |
| And how then did you earn your house that name | |
| When judged by years it' s relatively new? | |
| My home is not my home here just the same | |
| And so I will be happy as I must | |
| Although without you | |
| Sugar tastes as dust | |
| Sonnet II | |
| What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
| When hour after hour passes by | |
| And still I feel so very far away | |
| From that which I desire | |
| Yes, thee and I | |
| Yet rosy is my sadness | |
| For ere now | |
| I never had pined after someone' s touch | |
| Nor eyes | |
| Nor lips | |
| Nor hands | |
| Nor raven brow | |
| And here I am | |
| Missing almost too much | |
| My paradox is that I weep at this | |
| While being glad I have a love to miss | |
| Sonnet III | |
| Heartsick have I been | |
| This long, long day | |
| Heavy is my disposition | |
| Yet, I smile | |
| And try my best to hide away | |
| The pain | |
| The life | |
| The love I can' t forget | |
| Sorry am I | |
| For the ones I fool | |
| They ask for nothing save my company | |
| And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
| That sayeth once I love | |
| Twice bound I' ll be | |
| Alas, I often slip | |
| And to them show | |
| That far away | |
| My heart desires to go | |
| Sonnet IV | |
| It seems only a moment past | |
| I listened to the dulcet tone | |
| Of thy too far off voice at last | |
| But now I find myself alone | |
| Yet, my eyes closed | |
| I am not so | |
| For underneath my fingertips | |
| I feel your flesh | |
| Caressing slow | |
| And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
| Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
| I' ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
| Sonnet V | |
| A cold wind ravages my mind | |
| As though I were | |
| A blade of grass | |
| Which, rained upon | |
| Has been made blind | |
| And waits now for the storm to pass | |
| But, strange | |
| The closer cometh I | |
| To travel' s end and your embrace | |
| The darker seems to go the sky | |
| The further off seemeth your face | |
| ' Tis trying | |
| When in pain, to rhyme | |
| ' Tis harder still to measure time |
| Sonnet I | |
| In times of warmth | |
| When love and comfort dear | |
| Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
| How is it | |
| That I wish to disappear | |
| And find myself again | |
| Back where you are? | |
| Is it that home is only home with you? | |
| And how then did you earn your house that name | |
| When judged by years it' s relatively new? | |
| My home is not my home here just the same | |
| And so I will be happy as I must | |
| Although without you | |
| Sugar tastes as dust | |
| Sonnet II | |
| What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
| When hour after hour passes by | |
| And still I feel so very far away | |
| From that which I desire | |
| Yes, thee and I | |
| Yet rosy is my sadness | |
| For ere now | |
| I never had pined after someone' s touch | |
| Nor eyes | |
| Nor lips | |
| Nor hands | |
| Nor raven brow | |
| And here I am | |
| Missing almost too much | |
| My paradox is that I weep at this | |
| While being glad I have a love to miss | |
| Sonnet III | |
| Heartsick have I been | |
| This long, long day | |
| Heavy is my disposition | |
| Yet, I smile | |
| And try my best to hide away | |
| The pain | |
| The life | |
| The love I can' t forget | |
| Sorry am I | |
| For the ones I fool | |
| They ask for nothing save my company | |
| And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
| That sayeth once I love | |
| Twice bound I' ll be | |
| Alas, I often slip | |
| And to them show | |
| That far away | |
| My heart desires to go | |
| Sonnet IV | |
| It seems only a moment past | |
| I listened to the dulcet tone | |
| Of thy too far off voice at last | |
| But now I find myself alone | |
| Yet, my eyes closed | |
| I am not so | |
| For underneath my fingertips | |
| I feel your flesh | |
| Caressing slow | |
| And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
| Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
| I' ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
| Sonnet V | |
| A cold wind ravages my mind | |
| As though I were | |
| A blade of grass | |
| Which, rained upon | |
| Has been made blind | |
| And waits now for the storm to pass | |
| But, strange | |
| The closer cometh I | |
| To travel' s end and your embrace | |
| The darker seems to go the sky | |
| The further off seemeth your face | |
| ' Tis trying | |
| When in pain, to rhyme | |
| ' Tis harder still to measure time |