FЯOM ЯUSSIA WITH LOVE (EXPLOЯED)

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”

 

― Ranata Suzuki

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=scTDEj0yYUQ

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE – MATT MONRO

 

I cannot sleep

I walk the street

deserted now and Winter bleak

the Beast strike two sweeps from the East

from Russia with love

and Scandinavia sends me the sweetest dove

that sings so beautifully in first light

and tugs my heart strings makes me fight

against the darkness that has silenced me

the icy grip that will not set me free

will you walk one day in my shoes

and I will walk one day in yours

reconvene as midnight strikes on the hour

settle up outstanding scores

no I didn't think so ...

these wounds are more mine than yours

I don't doubt that you have suffered

but this does not detract

from this haunting melancholy melody

that plays upon the loop on a single solemn track

my tears freeze on my cheeks as I give way and mourn

and wandering silently I try to weather this latest storm

I can hear you wondering what is she saying now

but I took a vow of silence and once upon a time somehow

the circle of life goes round and round

it spins and turns and hits the ground

running here and running there

finding nothing no-one cares

people live their lives in drifts

to speak out loud won't heal the rifts

each to our own and own your grief

as I own mine and place a wreath

upon the frozen snowbound land

and reach out for an invisible hand

I still feel the warmth where once

a loving hand that was yours held mine

before this day and love grew cold

and squeezed the warmth from all the sunshine

devoid of all my spent emotions

I trickled back to whence I'd come

the house where I just go through the motions

waiting is so futile for you'll not be coming home

now all the world begins to waken

and I at last fall into bed

my mind is slowing my thoughts are leaving

oblivion takes me and cushions my emptying head

and when I wake for just a moment

I won't remember anything

the time between my sleep and waking

is the most precious time I think

where child-like innocence still exists

and adult worries are cast aside

I wish that it could last for longer

so I don't have to run and hide

now is the calm not before but after

the storm that is named as Mr Darcy

and pride came first before the fall

and the prejudice against me was the wrecking ball.

 

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Nod to Todd Hido (thanks Dan! : 0))

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