My fingers aren't holy enough to grace your body.
God's own masterpiece of skin and bone.
My touch is sin, corrupting pure beauty.
Thus my virtue is heresy
If it's my doom versus you, it's not hard to choose.
The gates won't open for me now.
But the ****** can't wait to get to hell.

Always and never
Apart while together
The middle of forever
Is as cold as December
I can barely see you and me
Like a breeze through the trees
If there is one thing I know
I will die by the sea

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

High as a weather balloon I flew
That night she bound into my room
She spewed a slur of sultry words
That were surely quite on queue

They knocked me down (slightly)
Like a building collapsing to dust
And tied me up (tightly)
With a line entwined by two lover's lust

Oh but then she kissed me sweetly
I said "Darling, don't ever leave me
alone in my head or cold in my bed
because a life without you
would be nothing
but the darkest shade of blue"

I opened my eyes she got up and left