[details=Lyrics]I’ve seen better days
but it’s good to know you (x2)
but we come back as the sun
I’ve seen better days
but it’s good to know you
and I’ve seen better days
but it’s good to know you (x2)
sometimes we drift away
but we come back as the sun (x2)
sometimes we drift away (x2)
but we come back as the sun
ya know, when you came into my life i said no
when you pried open my eyes, i said don’t
and before two could be one i let go
if there’s a way to make this right i gotta know
am i allowed to shine at night? i wanna know
do i have to share your light? i wanna know
and before two could be one (x3)
we had to grow
sometimes we drift away (x2)
but we come back as the sun[/details]
[details=Lyrics]Where are you?
Are you hiding from me?
Are you still looking for things that no-one else can see?
Where are you?
Are you in some place that we cannot reach?
Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach?
Where are you?
Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate?
Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
Your fear of death attracts such strange objects
Smothering you, hiding you, don’t let it spoil you
Show yourself so the others may see you
So the others may feed you
They want to be near you
If you can’t get enough of your hypnotic injection
Then it’s time to put an end to this invalid function
Poor little ghost boy
Let me be your human toy
Where are you?
No-one’s seen you for years
Have your wounds grown wings? Are you feasting on fears?
I can see your dark corona is eating into you
You’re surrounded by things we cannot penetrate
Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
Life lies with the scissors inside her
The surgeon was a butcher
All of us are wounded, anaesthetised in A&E
Numbed by stuff we should not see
Each of us lies bleeding
Our rivers intermingling
Poor little ghost boy
Let me be your human toy
I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage[/details]
[details=Lyrics]Shotgun poetry
Crack the whip again, make me see
Sharpen your knives for me
Infiltrate the mind, the body
Body
Contract killer pros
Calmly walks away as blood flows
Open, the wound grows
Melts away the water froze
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
'Cause my love, my love, my love don’t love me.
Contract killer pros
Calmly walks away as blood flows
Open, the wound grows
Melts away the water froze
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
'Cause my love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.
My love, my love, my love don’t love me.[/details]
Thanks. I’ve also been listening to Tcherepnin this morning, which is lighter fare:
I’m in a complex sort of mood: it’s rainy and cold here, and I just finished a piece (of which 4 bars were giving me particular grief, which figures, because the rest of the piece pretty much wrote itself) in the last couple of days, which normally leaves me in a strange space.
