It’s a curious sound bone collectors rustling leaves on their knees Many poets in this town Look high and low for feelings that come and go Sweeping the past out of their windows and doors Well I’m not so humble but I’m always on time Believing what is left behind all the shades and echoes of my life are in my blood
In my blood …feelings are lasting In my blood …they never go away In my blood …end up in a place Somewhere where you don’t have to miss it all The flavour on my tongue, In my blood …the fall of winter sun In my blood …the sparkle in your eyes In my blood …the moment when I die I’m hoping that I won’t have to miss it all
Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again, How I wish that I could do this again
Melancholy beats my heart Her cries mistaken for the sound of loneliness There are far too many stars On the earth there is but two of us Gingerly down there for my hand is a thief I’m bound to fumble when the moment is right As another one is lost its a kind of release And it’s coming to me with a sense of relief
In my blood …feelings are lasting In my blood …they never go away In my blood …end up in a place, somewhere that you don’t have to miss it all
the flavour on my tongue, In my blood …the fall of winter sun In my blood …the sparkle in your eye, In my blood …the moment when I die I’m praying that I won’t have to miss it all
Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again How I wish that I could do this again Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again How I wish that I could do this again