I walk around this town,
Pale gown trails behind me,
I'm always looking down,
But my eyes rise, beholding,
Your strawberry tresses fall,
Upon your black velvet dress,
It's hard not to love you,
In this light,
Love, you're so graceful,
Even when you are hateful to me,
I cannot let you go,
Tonight
Windows stained with the blood,
Of an Angel, who can say,
'It's not so bad?' (‘I’m not like that’),
You can play the part of an Angel,
But you always gotta fall,
If you wanna be saved at all.
Anything you want
I'll give you anything you want
At all...
I only ask of you,
For such a little thing,
Your heart upon a silver string,
I mean the thing that makes you sing--
I mean your Soul.
I wander through my mind,
That old apartment building,
Upon a balcony,
I thought I saw you dancing,
When we were younger,
When our shadows were bright,
And golden,
Hard to believe what we believed,
But darling believe me,
When I tell you I love thee,
Every moment with you,
Is the loveliest dream.
Windows stained with the blood,
Of an Angel, who can say,
'It's not so bad?' (‘I’m not like that’),
You can play the part of an Angel,
But you always gotta fall,
If you wanna be saved at all.
Anything you want
I'll give you anything you want
At all...
I only ask of you,
For such a little thing,
Your heart upon a silver string
I mean the thing that makes you sing--
I mean your Soul.
I mean, the distance of the Night,
Between your flame and mine,
Is greater than a lifetime,
Is longer than my life,
I need your soul Tonight.
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