Aaja ab paas mere kahin der na ** jaaye,
Abhi pyar karne ki lagan hai kahin jindagi beet na jaaye,
Tu bhi kahin ehsaas to karta hi hoga ,
Chup chuo k meri chahat pe guroor to karta hoga,
Beet jaane k baad agar mere tu lautkar aaya,
To yaad rajhna kahin kho dene ka sadma tujhme na ubar aaye,
Nahi chahta mai k tere dil me gam e bahar aaye,
Aaja ab paas mere kahin der na ** jaaye....
Silsila rok de ab mujhse nafrat jatane ka,
Shabab gahra hoga mere dil se tere dil ko milane ka,
Khamosh hokar yun intjaar karna nahi acha,
Ab to bole do kahin chahne vala tera hamesha k liye khamosh na ** jaaye,
Din beet na jaayr kaali raat thahar hi na jaaye,
Betaabi badhti ja rhi hai yujhe paane ki,
Ab rok de intjaar k lamhon ko kahin bahut der na ** jaaye,
Aaja mere paas ab kahin der na ** jaaye.

As the sun burns away.
Knives leave scars on the body.
Scars that your words dont show.
Yet now they are seen.

I am thorn between two.
One i know. One that was.
One i dont. One that wont.
Both painful.

A Robin from the past;
The Tulip of Ubar.
A Sparrow from the now;
The Sapphire Siren.

A clouded mind will keep you there, lost in thought.
You're there in my head. The both of you.
One forbidden, one forsaken.
Only path you will lead me to, is that of suffering.

Its time to sharpen the axe.
Beat the drum.
Call the executioner.
The time has come.

I am prey to eyes.
I am a victim of those gazing sapphires.
But now, I lay down my sword.
And I cover my eyes.

I am blind like justice.
And must drift back into the desert.
Water the Tulip I betrayed.
Find Ubar once more.

Attempt to fix what was broken.
Regain trust, strength.
**** the muse.
Put an end to soft romance.

Now comes the true battle.
No more tears left to shed.
No more demons to fight.
Now, there be only people.

To you, I am your love.
To them, I am the devil incarnate.
They do not trust me, with reason.
They do not respect me, thats unjust.

I am a man of honour.
And now, you have encountered your monster.
So, let me introduce you to him.
Bring it on.

Let the romance continue.
Let the healing begin.
Let the demons rise again.
Let the Cold war commence.

Memory is torture.
Hurting in the present while visiting the past.
Even dreams are torment.
Dreams if night and those we had.

Tulip of Ubar, let no one else pluck you out.
I am still rooted alongside you.
Unsure of what I want.
I am split in half.

I want the Tulip and Rose.
The Sparrow and the Robin.
I want it all.
But I also want none.

One belongs to another.
One belongs to no one.
And where do I belong?
Which way out of Limbo?

I see you both in my dreams.
One more prominent then the other.
One less seductive yet more emotional.
Yet...no rest. Just tension.

Odin had his ravens.
Thought and Memory.
I have mine aswell;
Torture and Torment.