Current 93 - Lament for her
There's the odour of incenseAnd I double in painAnd I flick through the pastAs arrayed in my mindOn a bed in a roomThat's locked on some hillI'm gripping her handAs she cries to the wallThe years stumble awayAnd the pain dissipatesSuzanne is clad in bluesWith a mark in her handThe lines round her lipsAre now scars in my mindDown at the quaysideThrough the sun's rising mistsSuzanne drags me downAll this world's in your mindCan salvation emergeFrom the well of this dream?Where the horses run formlessThe sky cancels it's starsThen the fumes of the incenseRise across the wallsAnd she watches me sidewaysLike the world is on fireBetween the beat of her heartAnd her gesture of fingersThe grip in her handsAs it beckons through meShe smiles through my painAnd my loss yet to comeI wait on the platformFor our lives to restartAnd I wanted to tell herHow all my hearts feltBut my words barb inside meAnd my lips cannot partFrom the twisting of smokesAs we sit in her roomTo the sorrow I feelAs I fall out of dreamsInexplicable sadnessThis gash that I feelDevoid of her moonAnd ripped of my sunIf I knew at that joiningIf I knew at that partingIf I knew at that secondIf I knew at that momentThe candlewax meltsAnd the water stops shiningThat which is startedIs so easily fallingFrom cathedrals of sandThat the ocean laps awayAnd sometimes I wake emptyAnd she floats through my symbolsAnd I move as to hold herAndLament for my SuzanneI wait for you still
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