Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
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Kiss my tired head.
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And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
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Come and lead me to your bed
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You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
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And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
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as I don't, I don't do too much smiling these days.
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She put on happiness like a loose dress
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Over pain I'll never know
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"So the peace you had," she said,
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"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
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We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
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I've made you so happy and so sad,
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But which should I be more sorry for?
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Come kiss my face goodbye,
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that space below my eye and above my cheek
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Cause I'm faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness
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And I shall be released.
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I'll pass like a fever from this body,
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And softly slip into his hands
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I tried to love you and I failed,
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But I have another plan.
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How long, My Lord, how long to sing this song?
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And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?
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She'll stand before your throne
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Dressed in beauty not her own
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All soft and small, you'll hear her call
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"you brought me here now, now take me home."
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Silencer
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| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
