Bike For Three! - The Last Romance | Текст песни

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• Bike For Three!
• The Last Romance

The writer explodes.
Why won't the ghost keep the last words?
Your breathe escapes outside my tongue.
and dies against my lung.
Why won't the ghost keep the last words?
Save the last romance before I leave.
How can lonelyness succeed to stay so close.

Nevermore. It's revolution. The spiral of cracked vinyl.
Essential. It's primal. The end is nigh and that's final.
The gospel's bell's awesome voice casts hostile spells,
Molecules of deep solitudes and awful cells.
Hot as hell. Ahead of time. Already defensive.
Conservatory purgatory - heavenly pensive.

Cards close to the chest, playing the waiting game.
Faithful flame, I want to kiss your fatal name.
In a hidden place or in the middle of a giant field.
Alliance healed bleeding lips in holy silence sealed.
Close both your eyes. Stay hid within that close disguise.
Breathe deeply - that will be this ghost's demise.

Suffering lovers mixed with gods.
Victims of circumstance fixed with odds.
The hand obeys. The heart dictates.
At quick rates. Invisible. Parts misplaced.
Singing her song, the temptress calls.
The sound penetrates these relentless walls.
Repentant sighs and voluntary pains.
Hands to myself, playing solitary games.
Protest mounting, getting complaints.
Voicing an appeal to pitying saints...

Echo doesn't answer. Lying alone, but
I've not yet forgot myself to stone.
Beneath the advance of a cold metal glacier,
Heart held open by your rebel nature.
It's a dangerous arrangement. Pulse unrestrained.
Desires gone astray - none reclaimed.
Lives on fire, glowing in pain,
Sleepless nights, tears flowing in vain.
Trembling when your song is unclosed.
Suffering red, my reply is composed. It's a
Form of destruction most refined.
Dire misfortune follows close behind.
Every ache. A variety of woe.
Paralysis on top. Anxiety below.
Falling in rhythm. Griefs to thy griefs.
Don't look away because me, I'm a thief.
Quiet is kept, the louder I pray.
Foes nor misfortune take this power away.
Traded cries. Faded eyes pursue.
Fleeing with blind faith seeing her through.
Never the one chosen, now is the banished lover,
Afflicted with the hell of withdrawal and famished of her.
Cursing the inferno but faithful to its fires,
Painful soon becomes fatal and expires.
Imprisoned by the vision that glistened in the sun,
You fell to your knees and heaven listened while you sung
Never again...

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