Sunday, September 13, 2009

Wrenched Heart



Letzter Tag (Last Day)

Do we know how often a heart can break?
How much sense is there in insanity?
Are feelings worth it?
How many tears fit into a canal?
Will we live again?
Why do we wake up?
What does time heal?

I am
Your seventh sense
Your double hull
Your second face

You are
A wise prognosis
The hope principle
A beacon out of the night
Some day I will find and love you

I am one of your colors
Pick your favorite
You can wear it
You can bleach it
I'll tell you all my PIN numbers
I'll paint your wildest dreams
I'll explain things to you I don't understand

I am
Your seventh sense
Your double hull
Your second face

You are
A safe prognosis
The hope principle
A beacon out of the night
Some day I will find and love you

Life flows red in our veins
I'll serve it to you on a golden platter
You rescue me from the gray valley of tears
Make all miracles come true at once
Till I don't know which end is up

I am
Your seventh sense
Your double hull
Your second face
Your favorite color
Your fastest car
Your deepest dive
Your hang glider flight

You are
A good prognosis
The hope principle
A beacon out of the night

I'll find you, and will love more than myself
I love you more than myself
Some day I will find you
I'll find you or not
I love you more than myself
And I'll find you
I'll find you or not

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