Skyclad Lyrics
Skyclad Lyrics
"You Lost My Memory Lyrics"
From Your Lips Lyrics
Welcome to this world today, You're seeing things a different way This blood is here to save your soul It takes you down a better road. His eyes they see into our minds, And throw away the demons lies
Welcome to this world today, You're seeing things a different way This blood is here to save your soul It takes you down a better road. His eyes they see into our minds, And throw away the demons lies
Unstoppable force and immovable object,
repel one another when by chance colliding.
The Brownian-Motion within this love potion,
ensures our opinions are always dividing.
I am from Mars my dear;
you hail from Venus.
A meeting star-crossed
like the Sun and the Moon.
Destined to let this cruel world
come between us.
Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.
A rose that is built
out of music by moonlight;
I've watched the good times come and go so fast I remember the first time we met How it felt ... to share a laugh and not feel alone Thinking back on those days brings a smile to my face A warmth in my heart, a pl
Cast down in disgust
to be crushed by a cart-wheel,
because of mere trivia misunderstood.
We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,
each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.
Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,
that looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray.
[Chorus:]
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world lights up For the final day We will all be poor Having had our say Put a blanket up on t
deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory.
And the nightingale sang:
"Sing love's lament
with a thorn at your breast.
Impaled by her barb;
cruel and unforgiving.
A million dead poets would gladly attest;
This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two. Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in sin. Like the great serpent in the wayside he sits, Waiting to wound t
to remind us we're living."
[Chorus:]
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
Blunt-bladed fate
deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory.