PP... / Pagan Poetry - II
Pagan Poetry
Pedalling throughThe dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernating
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep it to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
Apesar da letra não estar igual a do encarte, já que baixei a num site, valem algus fragmentos... e mais algumas reticências...
posted by ... R.I.P. at 8:42 pm
4 Comments:
Posso te ver mas não posso te sentir, também não posso lhe tocar...
Posso sonhar contigo, como muitas vezes sonho, porém não posso tê-la aqui nos meus braços...
I whish you where here!
But, i can't find you...
Continuarei com minhas reticências, quantas forem necessárias, pois o sonho ainda não acabou.
Resta me saber se noites tao sublimes poderiam ser sonhadas apenas por mim ou compartilhadas através de momentos inesquecíveis...
Se teus sentimentos velam por mim como os meus por ti, não hesite, jogue tuas flores ao mar, pois lá meu coração habita e espera teus cânticos. Meus sonetos foram estregues às estrelas e brilham incessantemente para que no dia tu abrires a janela de teu quarto, sinta todo o encanto da noite.
...
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
...
Immature
How could I be so immature ?
To think he could replace,
The missing elements in me,
How extremely lazy of me
How could I be so immature ?
To think he could replace,
The missing elements in me,
How extremely lazy of me.
How could I be so immature ?
How could I be so immature ?
Thinking About You
Yesterday I saw the sun shining
And the leaves were falling down softly
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch
And I was thinking about you
But here I am looking for signs to lead me
You hold my hand, but do you really need me
i guess it's time for me to let you go
But I'll be thinking about you
I'll be thinking about you
So when you sail across the ocean waters
And you reach the other side safetly
Could you smile a little smile for me
'Cuz I'll be thinking about you
I'll be thinking about you
I'll be thinking about you
I'll be thinking about you
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