Vampire Love

Here I sit day after day,
Watching your sun rise as mine fades away
Who said I was real??
And who said that I had lungs??
The struggle in your breath and the struggle in my head.
It’s a cold, cold chair in the absence of my light.
Pure and green with the envy of your life.
No kisses from your knife and no ashes in your lungs.
Who said that pain was real??
And that pain could never feel??
I am the ghost and you’re the horror in my heart.
It’s a cold, cold knife running down my spine.
Spiteful with greed of my everlasting youth.
It’s a cold, cold chair in the effervescent sun
Burning me with the horror of the beast that I have become
The extended hand of my faithful lover grieves
No more blood and tea
No more kisses for me
My shadow has become me
All I am, all I am is a whisper of belief
Call to me, oh, call to me!!
My faithful lover
My warm envy
Call to me, oh, call to me!!
My faithful lover
Become my brother
Call to me, oh, call to me!!
No more blood and tea for me
I am the product of your belief
I’ll visit in your deepest dreams
And when you wake there’s no one seen
Please believe, oh, please believe!!
I’m here in the chair, no one seen
I’m here in the chair, no one seen
I’m here in the chair, no one seen