And the light goes grey in the ash of the day
We pass by the homes of murderers
With their killing eye sharpened by insomnia
Who hasn't been tempted by the sharp edge of a blade?
I am the call and you are the answer
I am desire and you are the fulfillment
You are the sun and I am the moon
And you are the day whilst I am the night
We are perfectly complete, you and I
But it's strange how still we suffer in spite of this
The oldest language is love
But wisdom doesn't come with its age
A long way we may have come but we still have a long way to go
Shadow seeks shadow and turns away from the light
I want a clean heart
I want to know what it feels like to be holy
Hiroshima mon amour
Prayer doesn't calm my fever
It doesn't balm my wounds
It's love you'll leave behind if you never come back
The secrets that we accrued keep us awake at night
Say a prayer for the insomniacs
