Libitina
Dirt I Cannot Wash
Spent whispers in the aching room The chorus sings on yet love is crushed We lie there, trapped in our own tomb The bedclothes wrapped, lending to us A winding-sheet for charnel lust The mocking scene of former trust I shall miss you, I shall miss you But I think I ought now to go Please don't touch me nor speak of love No hint of tear to tell my deed If you must talk Then curse your love SongtexteAs for no change your eyes will bleed Boundaries change The game is played Speech that pleased you left me deceived Obsequies poured to you betrayed In your divinity I so believed 'Til all your secrets disappeared My time to leave has now neared When I go there'll be no winning pleas To turn me from this sought for freeze In shame I take the time to pause As if this act can be redeemed My fingers trace the lines I'll cause Fresh furrows in the pale skin's gleam My needs force you soon to be told Your trusting sleep has since been sold I shall miss you But I think I ought now to go
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