13 de fevereiro de 2015

let it come in
me with all this witchcraft  like a daredevil
with eight hands
so let it come in
hopping that everything  becomes darkles and more blue
but the devil doesn’t come for free
so I don’t too

blues once again licking all the lips
turn them into grey once again
let you in with all your walls
tumbling my soul down and round

it takes two to take away all pain
but angels can handle this they don’t talk about it
they are hiding...lying to the captain

saying everything it’s fine when all hell already is here
growing roots around our necks
grasping lava clouds on bedtime stories
to country monsters sailing rich shores

can I take you to dance my dear
do you wanna dance...do you wanna dance...do you wanna dance??????

can fell all your liquids flowing into my fingers and mouth
it’s bitter...it’s  sore
it’s like iron cutting skin...it’s soulful wonderful thing

answer you hard as I can;  Like we can robber the sky from God
and I let you in deep on my wounds
but I cannot ask you to love me
I only can ask you to hold my eyes
these days I only cry when I’m not sad

and you do more with your soul hitting my sadness
all the dreams about soul’s  asymmetry & speed
amazingly lights all the dark times
it’s raw...it’s glass...it’s your heart  beating live eating you
eating me...once again...