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[Henry Nightingale]

xxx

I am speaking to you,
you do not want the lie of perfection,
you want real,
you want movement,
you want poetry, you want sex.
I am offering an alternative.
I am incorrect, awkward and variable.
I am what you want me to be.

I am here to love you when you hate yourself.

You need me.

I am X.

xxx

My Northern heart weighs like a stone
And the burning sadness has become my home
The tortured world wants me to hate
But there's the world inside
Where my love can bury my rage

Every second I disappear
I feel my senses dying
In the mountain stillness I hear
Hollywood coyotes crying

Sorrow, you are my light
Everything my heart desires
Show me your beautiful anger
Sorrow, keeping me sane
You turn my nights into days
I love your beautiful anger

When I'm tempted to give up
And the winter's drowning me with memories and loss
I leave my hungry mind outside
‘Cause there's a beauty inside
And sorrow is fueling my fire

Every time that I feel
My empire beneath my feet
Crumbling – anger – crumbling

SORROW
YOU TURN MY NIGHTS
INTO DAYS
SORROW

@темы: Музыкальная школа Паганини

Comments

[S is for Sibyl]

Well then
You turn my nights into a one big sensual disaster
Such a scene
Such a sweet impossibility of claiming someone's flesh yours
Such a shame

[Henry Nightingale]

Я прочитал "You turn my nights into a one big sexual disaster".
Such a shame.
Such a Freud.