Pine Oil Heaven
Sometimes I remember teardrops falling from the sky
Like silent screams of famished memories
Howling in the night
Sometimes I destroy splendour by my own despair
I stay awake 'til morning breaks
Hopelessly gasping for air
Again I recoil (on and on I roam)
With my back against this blood red soil
This is heaven (but I'm not sanctified)
Pine oil heaven
Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself, of my own dismay
I open my mouth and preach forgiveness but I'm the one to blame
Sometimes I take love for granted, room without a view
My hand gets loat in glowing darkness
Reaching out just for you
Again I seek (on and on I roam)
The blemished roots on my conceit
This is heaven (but I'm not sanctified)
It's my heaven, pile oil heaven
On and on I roam (sic transit gloria mundi)
On and on I recoil
With my back against the wall
It's ironic... |
