don't waste your lips on words i've heard before
kiss my tired head
and each letter written wastes your hand
young man, come and lead me to your bed
you gave me hope that i'd not lost her
and then thought it rather strange to see me smile
as i don't.. i don't do too much smiling these days
she put on happiness like a loose dress
over pain i'll never know
"so the peace you had," she said, "i must confess, i'm glad to see it go"
we're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
i've made you so happy and so sad,
which should i be more sorry for?
come kiss my face goodbye, the space below my eye and above my cheek
cause i'm faint and fading fast, and i see a darkness
and i shall be released
i'll pass like a fever from this body
and softly slip into his hands
i tried to love you and i failed
but i have another plan
how long, my lord, how long to sing this song?
and my lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?
she'll stand before your throne
and dressed in beauty not her own
all soft and small, you'll hear her call
"you brought me here, now take me home"