When the world is still sleeping
And the rain tiptoes in the dawn
When the scented candles are burning
Or when I smell freshly cut grass in the lawn
I think of you, my sweet darling
Oh, how I think of you
I think of how you looked at me
No unnecessary words spoken
We bathed upon each other
And I caught your eyes
I remember them so clearly
They were the eyes of the broken
What have she done to you,
my sweet darling?
Oh, what have she done to you?
Your eyes used to be a jungle
With fields where the grass grows
And infinite rivers and meadows
But now they have become corpses
Ready and waiting to be sent back
to the ground
the ground of sorrows and the dead
And it pains me
Oh, nothing pains me more
than seeing you losing the war
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
When the world is still sleeping
And the rain tiptoes in the dawn
When the scented candles are burning
Or when I smell freshly cut grass in the lawn
I think of you, my sweet darling
Oh, how I think of you
I think of how you looked at me
No unnecessary words spoken
We bathed upon each other
And I caught your eyes
I remember them so clearly
They were the eyes of the broken
What have she done to you,
my sweet darling?
Oh, what have she done to you?
Your eyes used to be a jungle
With fields where the grass grows
And infinite rivers and meadows
But now they have become corpses
Ready and waiting to be sent back
to the ground
the ground of sorrows and the dead
And it pains me
Oh, nothing pains me more
than seeing you losing the war
