Song | Never Tasted Tears |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
I’ve never tasted tears | |
Like these before | |
And though they are the saddest | |
I have known | |
Their simple cause is none but | |
One of joy | |
For now it seems | |
I may not be alone | |
Upon this earth | |
As I have been ‘til now | |
A truly unexpected twist of fate | |
For I had given up | |
On everyone | |
Especially myself | |
And thought it late | |
Too late | |
For any soul to cast a line | |
His hook would hit the ice | |
And snap in two | |
But someone blew a kiss | |
And with his breath | |
Unfroze | |
What ne’er a roaring fire could do | |
An angel now is mine | |
And from the start | |
I knew that I was bound to let him in | |
But while I smile | |
I weep | |
Because I know | |
That something ends | |
So that this can begin | |
God, what a fool am I | |
Or am I wise? | |
For years have I kept hidden in my heart | |
The name | |
Of one who never had been more | |
But whom I wrote about | |
And set apart | |
From other men | |
Though never did I tell | |
My feelings, nay | |
But used him | |
As a muse | |
An inspiration | |
Something to adore | |
But rarely did I think on what I’d lose | |
If ever | |
My affections | |
Were replaced | |
By someone living | |
Breathing | |
Warm and real | |
For while I pledged my life | |
To him in song | |
The same for me | |
I knew he did not feel | |
If I could tell the truth | |
I’d say I planned | |
To go on in this fashion | |
For all time | |
I didn’t care | |
He couldn’t care for me | |
As long as I could own him | |
In each rhyme | |
And have someone to think about | |
Each night | |
When torment | |
After torment wracked my soul | |
To writhe in sorrow | |
Bathe in pain’s delight | |
To fill my pages | |
Was my only goal | |
Until the day | |
I dared | |
To call it love | |
For this love | |
Was the only I had known | |
And somehow | |
I could keep the rest away | |
For in my mind | |
I never was alone | |
And being thus in love | |
Though with a specter | |
I never did expect | |
Nor wish | |
Nor care | |
To take another | |
In that holy place | |
Though in my mind | |
I knew no one was there | |
Yay, in my mind | |
But not so in my soul | |
I loved | |
I swear I loved | |
Else why this pain | |
When of my will | |
I opened up the door | |
And swept the space | |
Where I swore he’d remain | |
And something dies within me | |
As I sweep | |
As something new is born | |
In every tear | |
Past years of memories | |
I long to keep | |
A future | |
That I both long for | |
And fear | |
There really was no question when it came | |
This shooting star | |
Both fire and gentleness | |
Who never gave me time | |
To make my choice | |
But made my will | |
His own with each caress | |
For once | |
And only once | |
I did not think | |
Where I should feel | |
And for that I was proud | |
But it was one thing to enact the part | |
And something else | |
To say the word aloud | |
For once I had | |
I felt | |
A shadow fade | |
Which over me had hung for all these years | |
And no true loss | |
In all the world could match | |
The sense of someone | |
Passing | |
With my tears | |
I hadn’t known ‘til then | |
How lost I was | |
Enveloped in this mist of my design | |
So much of me | |
My muse had thus become | |
That in my eyes | |
No star was seen to shine | |
Unless it bore | |
Some of my phantom’s light | |
Or carried strains of music in the beams | |
Until my soul was open to the view | |
No man could enter | |
Except in my dreams | |
It’s over now | |
And I am not afraid | |
I know full well | |
What I am meant to do | |
But late at night | |
When I recall my muse | |
I cry for us | |
As though he ever knew | |
That I had waited years | |
To hear my name | |
Once spoken | |
As it should have always been | |
I’d wait there still | |
But someone | |
Real appeared | |
And stole the heart | |
No man could hope to win | |
If to my muse | |
I’d ever said hello | |
It might not hurt this much to say | |
Goodbye | |
But there is something | |
Tragic in this scene | |
Which may appear | |
As joyous to the eye | |
Of anyone who witnesses myself | |
Bound in the arms and lips | |
Of my new friend | |
Completed in a way I’ve never been | |
And healing wounds | |
I thought would never mend | |
The truth | |
That shattered my reality | |
The soul I dreamed | |
But never thought I’d meet | |
And now I don’t look back | |
Except in dreams | |
Yet when I do | |
The pain | |
Is always sweet | |
For only pain can show me who I was | |
And from that girl to me | |
How much I’ve grown | |
I’ve never tasted tears | |
Like these before | |
And yes | |
They are the saddest I have known |
I' ve never tasted tears | |
Like these before | |
And though they are the saddest | |
I have known | |
Their simple cause is none but | |
One of joy | |
For now it seems | |
I may not be alone | |
Upon this earth | |
As I have been ' til now | |
A truly unexpected twist of fate | |
For I had given up | |
On everyone | |
Especially myself | |
And thought it late | |
Too late | |
For any soul to cast a line | |
His hook would hit the ice | |
And snap in two | |
But someone blew a kiss | |
And with his breath | |
Unfroze | |
What ne' er a roaring fire could do | |
An angel now is mine | |
And from the start | |
I knew that I was bound to let him in | |
But while I smile | |
I weep | |
Because I know | |
That something ends | |
So that this can begin | |
God, what a fool am I | |
Or am I wise? | |
For years have I kept hidden in my heart | |
The name | |
Of one who never had been more | |
But whom I wrote about | |
And set apart | |
From other men | |
Though never did I tell | |
My feelings, nay | |
But used him | |
As a muse | |
An inspiration | |
Something to adore | |
But rarely did I think on what I' d lose | |
If ever | |
My affections | |
Were replaced | |
By someone living | |
Breathing | |
Warm and real | |
For while I pledged my life | |
To him in song | |
The same for me | |
I knew he did not feel | |
If I could tell the truth | |
I' d say I planned | |
To go on in this fashion | |
For all time | |
I didn' t care | |
He couldn' t care for me | |
As long as I could own him | |
In each rhyme | |
And have someone to think about | |
Each night | |
When torment | |
After torment wracked my soul | |
To writhe in sorrow | |
Bathe in pain' s delight | |
To fill my pages | |
Was my only goal | |
Until the day | |
I dared | |
To call it love | |
For this love | |
Was the only I had known | |
And somehow | |
I could keep the rest away | |
For in my mind | |
I never was alone | |
And being thus in love | |
Though with a specter | |
I never did expect | |
Nor wish | |
Nor care | |
To take another | |
In that holy place | |
Though in my mind | |
I knew no one was there | |
Yay, in my mind | |
But not so in my soul | |
I loved | |
I swear I loved | |
Else why this pain | |
When of my will | |
I opened up the door | |
And swept the space | |
Where I swore he' d remain | |
And something dies within me | |
As I sweep | |
As something new is born | |
In every tear | |
Past years of memories | |
I long to keep | |
A future | |
That I both long for | |
And fear | |
There really was no question when it came | |
This shooting star | |
Both fire and gentleness | |
Who never gave me time | |
To make my choice | |
But made my will | |
His own with each caress | |
For once | |
And only once | |
I did not think | |
Where I should feel | |
And for that I was proud | |
But it was one thing to enact the part | |
And something else | |
To say the word aloud | |
For once I had | |
I felt | |
A shadow fade | |
Which over me had hung for all these years | |
And no true loss | |
In all the world could match | |
The sense of someone | |
Passing | |
With my tears | |
I hadn' t known ' til then | |
How lost I was | |
Enveloped in this mist of my design | |
So much of me | |
My muse had thus become | |
That in my eyes | |
No star was seen to shine | |
Unless it bore | |
Some of my phantom' s light | |
Or carried strains of music in the beams | |
Until my soul was open to the view | |
No man could enter | |
Except in my dreams | |
It' s over now | |
And I am not afraid | |
I know full well | |
What I am meant to do | |
But late at night | |
When I recall my muse | |
I cry for us | |
As though he ever knew | |
That I had waited years | |
To hear my name | |
Once spoken | |
As it should have always been | |
I' d wait there still | |
But someone | |
Real appeared | |
And stole the heart | |
No man could hope to win | |
If to my muse | |
I' d ever said hello | |
It might not hurt this much to say | |
Goodbye | |
But there is something | |
Tragic in this scene | |
Which may appear | |
As joyous to the eye | |
Of anyone who witnesses myself | |
Bound in the arms and lips | |
Of my new friend | |
Completed in a way I' ve never been | |
And healing wounds | |
I thought would never mend | |
The truth | |
That shattered my reality | |
The soul I dreamed | |
But never thought I' d meet | |
And now I don' t look back | |
Except in dreams | |
Yet when I do | |
The pain | |
Is always sweet | |
For only pain can show me who I was | |
And from that girl to me | |
How much I' ve grown | |
I' ve never tasted tears | |
Like these before | |
And yes | |
They are the saddest I have known |