mon amour...
scenes of betrayal
cries of passion
grafitti on the walls of the temple
where our love was consummated
time had vanished amidst
an ocean of tenderness in bloom
celestial love became artificial
then false
...ce soir, je suis a toi
there is no civilization
throughout the darkness on the edge
of the highlands
pirates of flesh and emotion
receive unjust rewards
as a pilgrim remains only blanketed
in the mockery of a waltz
and the sight of trespassing eyes
in her universe
mon amour pour toi n'a pas de limite
in the doorway of a tomb
dream a dream of nicer weather
and worlds beneath your overcoat
but the caverns of your heart
there hangs his autograph framed
acoustic criminal, i want to slap
his face like a tambourine
je t'adore...
werewolf of the jungle
cut his hair and renamed himself
the Jack of Broken Hearts
your Joker is a railsplitter
driving a spike through the Jack's heart
razorblade angel, in your brilliant disguise
of the silver princess
burning my poetry in a funeral pyre
my lyrics are painless
but portray a road to nowhere
and shield from you
the soft surrender in my eyes
...mais tu n'adore pas moi |
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