I was a troubled lover then and unable to put up the dam for a different river and let the valley to grow. Still cuts me up, satin and waning.
But you did bring me closer to something that I didn't know and you did fill me with the urge to go on. But now that I don't need you, can I rest? But now that you don't me, can I rest?
I am a troubled lover still, wreaths mystery and its warnings still hang on the threshold, guiding me always. Thorns in the haunch, pale embers of yesterday's fires.
But you did bring me closer to something that I didn't know and you did fill me with the urge to go on. But now that I don't need you, can I rest? But now that you don't me, can I rest?
I am a troubled lover still, wreaths mystery and its warnings still hang on the threshold, guiding me always. Thorns in the haunch, pale embers of yesterday's fires.