Friday, December 22, 2006
@1:20 AM
There's so many versions of this, I don't know which is which. Shrugs.
Black Is The Colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows;
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one.
I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
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This one's great too.
Beauty On The Fire
Here it comes again
Cannot outrun my desire
Cover my descent
And throw the beauty on the fire
Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly?
Every secret shared
Why do I drink the feelings dry?
Don't go too far
Limitation scars
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in Sensory Pleasure?
Here it comes again
You raise the bar even higher
I cannot catch my breath
So throw the beauty on the fire
Don´t push too hard
Limitation scars
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in Sensory Pleasure?
Sensory Pleasure
Sensory Pleasure
Sensory Pleasure
Could I be lost forever?
Do I assume I could fly?
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in Sensory Pleasure?
Sensory Pleasure
Sensory Pleasure
Sensory Pleasure
Could I be lost forever?
Tonight is not the time to blog about my emotions. So much as I would like to, it's hurting too bad to even start on it.
