You took the spark
of my life.
My December is warmer than your June.
While the seas lick the shores
the Sun is bleeding for me.
I am waiting for a long, cold way.
I am attracted by damp concrete.
Now I am burning the pictures in my mind
like dead maple leaves.
Take my hand for the last time
Take me through the dark forests.
Fuck your words. We are left behind.
This is the end of our story.
Is there spark of my life hidden away
in the blue space of blizzards?
I wanna be something more than skin and bones.
I wanna my pale body to stick in the light of love.
I am on the road again,
the dust and the soot again.
The Rucksack revolution rages inside.
I try to find a bright path
but the threads of fear strangle;
and you took the spark...
of my life.
My December is warmer than your June.
While the seas lick the shores
the Sun is bleeding for me.
In the name of life.
