“Don’t look don’t look” the shadows breathe Whispering me away from you “Don’t wake at night to watch her sleep You know that you will always lose This trembling adored Tousled bird mad girl… “ But every night I burn Every night I call your name Every night I burn Every night I fall again
“Oh, don’t talk of love.” The shadows purr. Murmuring me, away from you. “Don’t talk of worlds that never were. The end, is all that’s ever true. There’s nothing you can ever say. Nothing you can ever do… “
Still, every night I burn Every night, I scream your name Every night I burn, Every night, the dream’s the same Every night I burn, Waiting for my only friend Every night I burn, Waiting for the world to end
“Just paint your face,” The shadows smile. Slipping me, away from you. “Oh, it doesn’t matter how you hide. Find you, if we’re wanting to. So slide back down, and close your eyes. Sleep a while, you must be tired… “
But every night I burn, Every night, I call your name Every night I burn, Every night, I fall again Every night I burn, Scream the animal scream Every night I burn, Dream the crow black dream Every night I burn, Scream the animal scream Every night I burn Dream the crow black dream
Dreaming the crow black dream Dreaming the crow black dream ______________________________________________________________
Reflecting off the times we've had. Writing, thinking, dreaming.
Trying to capture thoughts, into a cage of words. But, the emotion
Of the moment isn't always meant for captivity. It's a wild animal,
And it needs space to grow. There is a song for all of these ups, and downs.
If you listen closely, you'll know the meaning is there. The harder times seem
To come in waves. And after years of this kind attack, I think a person
becomes contemplative and creative, or bitter and destructive. God knows,
I have been both. In the end, the things that have haunted and affected you
rarely seem to make sense, and almost never rest in peace.
it's something I have always tried to find.