for you, and still to peruse your love is such a waste. You lie there a vision of immaculate purity, yet your eyes reveal the insatiable whore and now
laughter Is heard unknown from places shaded Eyes are lined with black of midnight Lips all touched in scarlet bliss Tattered velvet, lace and chains
the rapture When precious flesh is greedily consumed But mystery's a thing not easily captured And once deceased not easily exhumed. Now that we loved Look at the moonless night and
Darby loved his wife and he labored all his life To provide her with material possessions And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone And
total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I'll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes
Sad voices they're callin' Our precious girl, she can't be gone How bitter this morning When daddy's darling Went out and started her day Wasn't there
a liar and a cheat Searched my soul in despair Callused heart is rubbed bare How I wish to believe In your innocent dreams Delicate love, precious and pale Tempted and
can feel her breathe laying next to me Sweet love child And she gives me love All the precious love Sweet love child, oh She stands in the doorway In pale
loved his wife And he labored all his life To provide her with material possessions And he built for her a home Of the finest wood and stone And the
deed, my shelter and my pain did they leave you unstained? you may swallow all my precious lies you may stay and you may follow me further down the thin and
banal and absurd Freely flow out of me. Well, I may be a hostage to summer But I'm a hostage, not a slave. And I'm clear that I wish you were here On
It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed; As I crash through the rafters And the ropes and pulleys trail after And
Darby loved his wife And he labored all his life To provide her with material possessions And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone And
a world washed fresh and clean Now the storm has left it's warning And we see, we see a hint of green Pale grey light Grow strong and golden And release
world My Aphelion on a broken mirror Where the veils of night and day seems as one May thy lids gather again on a vast and frail crusade Invigoration