["He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence" - W Blake, Proverbs of Hell]
Have a heart
In love and in fear
We blindly surrender
Under divine demands,
Above everyday events
A warm feeling
Trespassing in my soul,
Remote like an illusion
It plays a vivid role
Under divine demands,
Above everyday events
One of the things I don't dare to say,
I leave you to the silence of my language
We dance to the sound of breaking hearts, it keeps on blasting
Closely connected, cross my heart, the sound is lasting
Questions I war with
Are never replied
Again I will trespass,
Bare feet in broken glass
The questions are never replied