I love a man, whose love is violence
Who always comes, who goes away
Who never brings me any flowers
To blossom in my blazing shade
And all of his weak-heart love is lonely
Our love is running out of breath.
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
Wire, Cradle, Cross and Arrow;
Mother's milk or Crone's Rage.
Mouths like Wolves, we dine like Sparrows;
There is grace in great restraint
And all of his weak-heart love is lonely
Our love is running out of breath
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
And I could not help but leave in wonder,
What spirit steals your awful head.
and I am grateful for your candor
I could not love a better man
‘Cause all of his weak-heart love is lonely
Our love is running out of breath
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
Who always comes, who goes away
Who never brings me any flowers
To blossom in my blazing shade
Our love is running out of breath.
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
Mother's milk or Crone's Rage.
Mouths like Wolves, we dine like Sparrows;
There is grace in great restraint
Our love is running out of breath
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
What spirit steals your awful head.
and I am grateful for your candor
I could not love a better man
Our love is running out of breath
When I wake, you cannot know me
When I sleep, I dream of death
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