Come in out of the rain, " thou sayestBut thou never steppest asideAnd I'm trapped, I'm trappedA distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkinPitter-patter on the roofBehold, 'tis not the rainThence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dearThou hast heeded that I'm of innocenceAnd thou lettest thy lass into perilThou lettest me be parched
My heart, my heart, my heartMy heart, my heart, my heartMy heart is of frailtyMy pale skin is hued damask
"When thou thy tears hast hidden, come back, " thou sayestThere I soon am to beBut how am I to run when my bones, my heartThou hast me bereft?
"But run, " thou sayestI run, I run, I runI run, I run, I runI run, I run, I runI run, I run, I runI run, I run, I run
And there and then I behold that a time will comeWhen I again dead will beThou tellest me to leave without delayI leave, I leaveI leave, I leave
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hand
Lo, the shadows, the sky descendingSo by a dint of smite, I gaitBefore I run and melt together with dusk
In my minds in which is this eventBut it seems as if naught is to change anyway
After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depthsThe sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon meTurning my feelings away (turning my feelings away)All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside
After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depthThe sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon meTurning my feelings away from our so ignorant worldAll the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside
A distance there is...A distance there is...
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