["He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence." - W. Blake, Proverbs of Hell.]
Have a heart.
In love and in fear
we blindly surrender.
Under divine demands,
above everyday events.
A warm feeling
trespa**ing in my soul,
remote like an illusion
it plays a vivid role.
Under divine demands,
above everyday events.
One of the things I don't dare to say,
I leave you to the silence of my language.
We dance to the sound of breaking hearts, it keeps on blasting.
Closely connected, cross my heart, the sound is lasting.
Questions I war with
are never replied.
Again I will trespa**,
bare feet in broken gla**.
The questions are never replied.