Song | Fin de Siécle |
Artist | Black Tape for a Blue Girl |
Album | Remnants of a Deeper Purity |
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now my child, you would be five; through everything by my side | |
in this fin de siècle spirit; this age of selfishness | |
did we permit everything to slip away? | |
did i lose everything i believed in? | |
is there no tomorrow? only thoughts for today | |
is there no tomorrow? i trusted you | |
should you have been brought into this cold dark world | |
fatherless, abandoned with our child within | |
in this life there are no fathers not on heaven nor on earth | |
we spend our life searching for this lost fragment of our soul | |
immersed in self-indulgence is there no hope for beauty? | |
whose arms are big enough to hold my fears? | |
already i have more than i can bare. | |
this life i once opened to joy | |
now lies twisted in pain | |
this is dying and not loving | |
the honey now flows with blood | |
i will die with this guilt..... knowing i betrayed myself. |
now my child, you would be five through everything by my side | |
in this fin de sie cle spirit this age of selfishness | |
did we permit everything to slip away? | |
did i lose everything i believed in? | |
is there no tomorrow? only thoughts for today | |
is there no tomorrow? i trusted you | |
should you have been brought into this cold dark world | |
fatherless, abandoned with our child within | |
in this life there are no fathers not on heaven nor on earth | |
we spend our life searching for this lost fragment of our soul | |
immersed in selfindulgence is there no hope for beauty? | |
whose arms are big enough to hold my fears? | |
already i have more than i can bare. | |
this life i once opened to joy | |
now lies twisted in pain | |
this is dying and not loving | |
the honey now flows with blood | |
i will die with this guilt..... knowing i betrayed myself. |
now my child, you would be five through everything by my side | |
in this fin de siè cle spirit this age of selfishness | |
did we permit everything to slip away? | |
did i lose everything i believed in? | |
is there no tomorrow? only thoughts for today | |
is there no tomorrow? i trusted you | |
should you have been brought into this cold dark world | |
fatherless, abandoned with our child within | |
in this life there are no fathers not on heaven nor on earth | |
we spend our life searching for this lost fragment of our soul | |
immersed in selfindulgence is there no hope for beauty? | |
whose arms are big enough to hold my fears? | |
already i have more than i can bare. | |
this life i once opened to joy | |
now lies twisted in pain | |
this is dying and not loving | |
the honey now flows with blood | |
i will die with this guilt..... knowing i betrayed myself. |