Green Desire

Dead Poetic

I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel.

I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle.

Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles.

I'll lose my life right here. But what for, I'm coming home.



And I will meet you (there)



I'm heading nowhere fast. I need your hands.

Which breath will be my last? It's gone, my past.

Love with a broken heart. I'm here alone.

I'm getting taken away. I hope you're coming soon.



And I will meet you (there)



Grab my hand and take me home.



Will you be there to grab my hand and take me away?



I want to see your eyes.

I need to feel your love.

Which hand should I cut off?

I'll lose my life right here.