[words by raymond, music by theatre of tragedy]
haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
by whom, know i not; 'lack! am i of twain -
and as a crux - cede i my words -
fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
have i been 'sooth sinsyne.
be left without - come!
thine voice is oh so sweet, i speer thine pine,
ryking for me:
ryking for thee;
"list and heed", thou say'st
wistful, whistful -
chancing to lure.
chancing to lure,
skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!
mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'od! - the foetid - eft hie back i mote;
for what i did my soul atrounced,
how i wish for thee again,
o! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
will i give thee it: troth.
thine voice is oh so sweet, i speer thine pine,
ryking for me:
ryking for thee;
"list and heed", thou say'st
wistful, whistful -
chancing to lure.
chancing to lure,
skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath! |