The ballads are soaked in whisky
And our tears are of London Gin
I never thought that to fall in love
Could be such a wretched sin.
We drink to bury our sorrows
And watch the hours slip away
They become all our lost tomorrows
But we drink, it’s our only way.
The only way to contend with the sadness
That seems to drip from the very walls
The only way to deal with the madness
That consumes us, one and all.
We listen to the old songs
Lose ourselves to their sad refrain
The poet’s voice is cracked and raw
It is the mirror to our dream’s demise
The
echo of our sordid pain.
We drink to still the wretched heart
Where the dark breath of the furies holds sway
Pounding their fists in their senseless art
But we drink, it’s our only way.
The only way to contend with the melancholy rage
When thought’s dark legions descend
The only way to contend with this dying age
Until we reach oblivion’s end.
We listen to the old songs
Lose ourselves in our own sad refrain
The poet’s voice is cracked and raw
It is the mirror to our dream’s demise
The
echo of our sordid pain.
How long must I wait until
the ocean?
How long must I wait until
the rain?
How long must I wait upon the
silence?
To sanctify my heart once
again
To sanctify my heart once
again.
How long must I wait until the
sorrows pass?
How long must I wait until
the rain?
How long must I wait to trace
the curve of your smile?
To sanctify my heart once
again
To sanctify my heart once again.
How long until the vision forms
How long until the gentle rain
How long must I wait until the world is reborn
To sanctify my heart once again
How long must I wait until
the shadows lift?
How long must I wait until
the rain?
How long must I wait to swim
your sacred depths?
To sanctify my heart once
again
To sanctify my heart once
again.
How long must I wait until
the healing hour?
How long must I wait until
the rain?
How long must I wait to drink
your secret tears?
To sanctify my heart once
again
To sanctify my heart once
again.
How long until the falling star
How long until the gentle rain
How long must I wait until the rising moon
To sanctify my heart once again
How long must I wait to hear
your song of songs?
How long must I wait until
the rain?
How long must I wait to enter
the realm of your senses
To sanctify my heart once
again
To sanctify my heart once
again.
We
fade into the grey undone
Where
the silver brows of the angels tremble as they sleep
We
shall drift into the grace of unbecoming
Dreaming
soft green fathoms oceans deep
To
sow the seeds of our immortality
A
shining harvest of rapture to reap
We
shall taste the fruit of glory’s kingdom
And
ecstatic illumination shall be the tears that we weep
O come to me my sweetest love
And take my unworthy hand
O come to me my sweetest love
We shall take flight together through the Promised
Land
Lost
to the delicate embrace of sweetest smothering
We
shall sing songs of silence to banish all pain
Folded
within the arms of tender forgiveness
Our
arid souls shall be reborn in the crystal rain
Such
dreaming shall find realization
Midst
the swirling shades of deepest night
As
we are welcomed into sublimity
As
we are swallowed by oblivion’s majestic light
So
let us spread our tarnished wings
And
into that Promised Land take flight
O come to me my sweetest love
And take my unworthy hand
O come to me my sweetest love
We shall vanish together through the Promised Land
You’re
the ghost in my world all-consuming
Where
mirrors hold memories in petrified silence
Where
the trees scratch sinister through winter darkness
Etching
my dreams with blood storms and violence
Where
time is the fragile witness
To
the death of hours, the falling of the days
Where
you drift at the limits of vision
A
Terrible Beauty held within a moon-washed face
Where
the stars burn cold their judgement
In
my scarred yet lucid imagination
Where
the moon crumbles to jaundiced dust
In
my fists of darkness and degradation
I would drown to be born again
In the soft green depths of your ocean
And I would happily surrender
To your deathworld mystery
And I sing you into existence eternal
For the ghost of you is the heart of me
The ghost of you is the heart of me
Yes, I sing you into existence eternal
For the ghost of you is the heart of me
Where
your voice is tidal memory
Swelling
shimmering bittersweet blue
Drowning
my heart-dictated senses
With
soul-burning visions of you
You’re
the ghost in my world of heart-secret tears
Of
fallen stars, shattered prayers and sorrow
Whispering
the perpetual death of dreams
Revealing
agonies we must face tomorrow
My
eyes still seek the distance of horizons
Where
the grace of your shadow may one day fall
And
these words I write are clouds across my heart
My
end and my beginning – my all
I would drown to be born again
In the soft green depths of your ocean
And I would happily surrender
To your deathworld mystery
And I sing you into existence eternal
For the ghost of you is the heart of me
The ghost of you is the heart of me
Yes, I sing you into existence eternal
For the ghost of you is the heart of me
