allez, mon soleil doré
un autre jour est enfin terminé

Sing for me pretty bird of mine
I've cut out my tongue and can't say a word in time

I went to the kitchen and asked the magician

"What do you think of love?"

He took his two birds, love birds they be
He swung them around carelessly
Right then and there he broke their necks, sputtering

*"That's what I think of love!"

I've sewn my heart together with thread made silver 'lone
The blood that dripped from my lip and deep within my bone
It swept into my mind like a dainty little dancer
But the thread made no sound, and still gives me no answer
Instead silver wrapped around my waist like a metal corset
And dares me not to breathe, so now every breath **I force it

Crashing...

Burning...

Breaking...

Crushing...

Hurting...

Ki­lling...



You say you know me

You say you know my secrets


But
You
Don't


No one knows

Not really


How dare you
You are

Crashing...

Burning...

Breaking...

Crushing...

Hurting..­.

Killing...

...me

I hand to you
All of you
Each of you
A
Restless thing of mine

It's black from fire
From old blood
From scars
This
Restless thing of mine

It's red from passion
From new blood
From love
This
Restless thing of mine

It's cold from loneliness
From healing
From hate
This
Restless thing of mine

It's warm from caring
From pain
From kindness
This
Restless thing of mine

It's whole from friendship
From happiness
From dreams
This
Restless thing of mine

It is broken
From all those things
This restless thing of mine
This broken thing of mine

But I knew
That no matter
No one would want
A
Restless thing of mine