She strolls past a field, alone, without need
of thinking about chasing her bare feet,
that seem to not touch the ground, down that street,
yet knowing that wherever she'd stop, she would fall into sleep
Her mind's still lost far away to her love she left that day
she escaped from her old self, that threatened to decay
All that's left is his voice, a faithful companion, a ray
of hope, whispering those words as she feels stand at bay
try to keep up
though you may never stop
walking down that road to your heart
try to believe
you have to relieve
yourself from those chains of reality
Midnight by noon she's kept awake by a strong effort not to forsake,
not to go astray between all this increasing, awful ache,
those plunges, her wounded skin, this blurry truth and sticky fake,
still his words keep telling her heart, this is less than she could take
try to keep up
though you may never stop
walking down that road to your heart
try to believe
you have to relieve
yourself from those chains of reality
She drags herself along trough a thickening dark dust
longing for salvation out of this heavy crust
that imprisons her, longing for the love that she has lost
knowing this is the only path to soothe her sensual lust
try to keep up
though you may never stop
walking down that road to your heart
try to believe
you have to relieve
yourself from those chains of reality |
