When I look upon these burialgrounds my heart sighs
Deep is the dark, so it my heart
My black seared heart is the way
from the cold clouds above rains
Dust of death
In my mouth, in my breath
The cold struck urge for pain
Increases the lust to gain
Reign of knowledge
My apcalyptic vision at its very peak
My black seared heart can wait no longer
The force deep desertion has grown strongerIf I knew
If I knew what you are really like
Would I burn the same
Would I yearn at the merest mention of your name
If I knew
If I knew what you are really like
Would I ache
Would I think about you every second just the same
Or would I write it off as something of a terrible mistake...
Could you really be
As perfect as you are to me
Could you really be
As perfect as you are to me
Would I be scared, Would I be in awe
If I could know
What goes on in that little mind of yours
When I doubt you
Why is it I'm expected to feel so ashamed
Is it a garden full of flowers
Or a jungle full of scorpions and snakes
A cellar full of demons
A heaven full of angels
You hatchin in that bosom
A wide open horizon
or a desert plain
A box of nice surprises
Or a cauldron full of pain
If I strip away that outer skin
Find a way to get you drunk
What kind of picture would you paint me
Michelangelo or Munch ?
Could you really be
As perfect as you are to me
Could you really be
Perfect as you seem to be
I really like you..
But I wonder what you're really like
Would I dedicate my life
Or would I take a hike
If I knew what you are really like