The tie that binds It's the tie that binds It's the hand that ties all the knots we have to cut
Come take me, from these skies to the green mountains I hate these black drapes too, my dear These pale,white marble hands with palms that bled and led me here I wished not these pillows of thorns but that is what destiny is
It's the dagger that shines in your eyes,love It's the pain I once felt It is everything I ever wished to not forget But that everything is what you always carry in your pockets when you come to me
Love My love I wish not to wear these black drapes I wish not to cut these ties that bind us Nor the hand that tied us Love,my love... Take me,carry me Far from these skies to the green mountains of your soul