tell me I adore you in desperation, that emotions are superfluous,
but what do they know about such a passion?
-Is it abnormal
that I see your face shaped in the clouds of a blizzard
when you are not here?
To see you is like
A long breath after you've
been underwater for too long.
In the proximity of an autumn nightis it so wrong for our hands to hold?
your pulse is the throbbing of a romance
That traces back m i l l e n n i u m s.
I see our names tattooed in gold
On the hands of Venus.
We are written in the books of gods,
Our reflection shown in the
fountain of Youth.
-I'd rather stop breathing
than be without the sweetness of your breath.
Rather dance with you in the darkness
than anyone else by light.
Rather bear the consequence of our sin
than be denied their satisfaction.
tell them - rather God forsake me
than I you let you go.
threaten me with eternal condemnation but it's meaningless.
I've got my own Messiah, crucified and sanctified, saving my soul
((and he's not even a Jew))