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When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and the fire
Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time And I wondered why. |
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Because i always feel an intensity in everything. But now, i'm tired of clenching my fist all the time. And maybe, all i want is to let go, to break my finger joints and to forget everything. I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad. When you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But i think i have known it pretty often, too often. But i guess, somewhere, there is a beach that time cannot reach. Where everyone and everything has always been and never was. And perhaps, you are there waiting for me. In that place that time cannot touch.
Just like how "Boston" goes, "I think i need a sunrise, i'm tired of sunsets"
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|   Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart around to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, i dream of a love that time will lie down and be still for. I just want to be seen. |
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Everyone says love hurts. But that isn't true, isn't it? Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in the world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
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