Into the Dreams that Breathe Your Name.

Chained, I was hoping you’d remain
to this moment
where our trust speak ages,
not the cages moan;
Hey, I was hoping you would stay
long enough to try and fan the fire,
shed your wire gown,
golden rings just weigh you to the ground.
And it’s not enough,
and it’s not enough,
but I live for the touch…
Starved, I was wishing I could carve
my name into your heart of wood,
dear, would it be clear now?
Wed to an image in my head;
is it true that you could bring me closer
to the dying sun?
The next assault may be the lucky one;
and it’s not enough,
and it’s not enough
but I live for the touch…
Plagued by a dream where I’m enslaved,
it’s a void that’s always left me wanting –
sleeps in haunting fields.
Wait, tell me you believe in fate;
could it be that we are getting closer to the only one?
Golden rings will always weigh a ton;
and it’s not enough,
and it’s not enough,
but I live for the touch.
It’s not enough…

Live for the Touch (Elysian Fields)

One Response to “Into the Dreams that Breathe Your Name.”

  1. noire_blanche Says:
    December 21st, 2005 at 7:50 am

    Absolutely loving this!
    <small>+ e-mailed you! <3</small>

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