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• Artiste: In The Woods...
• Titre: Closing In
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Where there used to be a wax-candle Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man Working in the shadows of a midnight land Where words were sealed with feathers on Rough papers like a symbol of the present Madness and its demand this absence Is more than I can handle in lack of a Seveninch candle desperately waiting for a Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened Fingernails - thorns in modelled trance I would like to crawl underneath your Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious Sin touch your breath feel the Satisfaction - there is nothing like a stunning Piece of nighttime attraction we would Bring in some species of nature - if you Were closer now - throw them right Across this room - if you were closer now (???) the laws no words upon our lips - If you were present now - celebrate our Presence until now - I feel you're closing in somehow Join in - the mysteries of heaven Miserable, optional doors maybe sell Our fortune to a devil on the way Abusement that turn us into slaves A song about the words so commercially Despised - prostitution trapped them in a Corner of my life - lines Though I know a place where They still can be written down and Blossom like only spring can do when winter Has been around So come with me and The pleasures of mine - we'll walk the Drawn fields, expose the secrets of life There is no simple desire Only harvesting of your rare fruit To many words I cannot put words to To many movements I cannot hide