There it is.
There it is.
An abyss like an endless sea of roses
so fair and so black.
Shriveled and burnt petals of your memories
scattered through people's destinies and endeavors.
Can't hear me calling out to you through cupped hands?
Can't you feel the warmth of my breath down your neck?
There it is, that neutral side of you.
There it is, that affectionate mask you put on.
Shock me with your pleasure,your passion, your effort.
I could scream and scream out to you
and you'd only hear a little girl with a timid voice.
There it is.
Quivering and sobbing
choking out the truth you waited so long to hear.
But do you want to hear it now?
Do you want to hear these confessions?
I could walk down an aisle
with flowers in hand.
With a silk dress and pale flesh
I clutch these flowers in hand.
There it is.
There it is.
There's my coffin full of diamonds in sand.
There it is.
There it is.
There you are,crying over a blood stained scarf
hiding your emotions from afar.
An abyss like an endless sea of roses
so fair and so black.
Shriveled and burnt petals of your memories
scattered through people's destinies and endeavors.
Can't hear me calling out to you through cupped hands?
Can't you feel the warmth of my breath down your neck?
There it is, that neutral side of you.
There it is, that affectionate mask you put on.
Shock me with your pleasure,your passion, your effort.
I could scream and scream out to you
and you'd only hear a little girl with a timid voice.
There it is.
Quivering and sobbing
choking out the truth you waited so long to hear.
But do you want to hear it now?
Do you want to hear these confessions?
I could walk down an aisle
with flowers in hand.
With a silk dress and pale flesh
I clutch these flowers in hand.
There it is.
There it is.
There's my coffin full of diamonds in sand.
There it is.
There it is.
There you are,crying over a blood stained scarf
hiding your emotions from afar.