she walks paradise tonight
yea tonight she sleeps in the forest where all else is quiet
and i'm kneeling by her side i've got nothing to offer her now
but for the bitterness that is customary and a tear that's found its way out
# wat does she see now ?
does she see the light? ...
does she see the uncertainty in my eyes
white flowers white white flowers
seem so weak beside the mountain that is her coffin
I remember when I first saw her soul
trapped in that prison of flesh and bone
and my hand did lean toward that wretched knife
that did take her life that did take her
from a spirit trapped in stone devoid of form
i did release her... i did....release her
but can she see it now?
can she see the light?
can she see the uncertainty in my mind
and in that moment of poetry and perfection
i did stand witness to her resurrection
as a scathing light did dissect the night
and her body rose up to a cloudless sky
and she said
i can see it now
i can see the light
i can see
that death is upon u tonight
yea tonight she sleeps in the forest where all else is quiet
and i'm kneeling by her side i've got nothing to offer her now
but for the bitterness that is customary and a tear that's found its way out
# wat does she see now ?
does she see the light? ...
does she see the uncertainty in my eyes
white flowers white white flowers
seem so weak beside the mountain that is her coffin
I remember when I first saw her soul
trapped in that prison of flesh and bone
and my hand did lean toward that wretched knife
that did take her life that did take her
from a spirit trapped in stone devoid of form
i did release her... i did....release her
but can she see it now?
can she see the light?
can she see the uncertainty in my mind
and in that moment of poetry and perfection
i did stand witness to her resurrection
as a scathing light did dissect the night
and her body rose up to a cloudless sky
and she said
i can see it now
i can see the light
i can see
that death is upon u tonight