Debris

While he was asleep holding her hand
The dreams smouldered.
She opened her heart, he tore it apart,
Gazed into his smile.

He said he had constraint,
Was ostracised and feint.
She had gone over and under
A tattoo of a loser.
These are the rings that fell apart.
These are the things that tore his heart.
These were the dreams that he was causing.
These were the gleams that she was pausing.

We’re nothing but debris
Floating on a silver lake.
There’s nothing left to take
As we slowly fall apart.
We unite you through me
As we separate with fate.
We’re nothing but debris.

Her words confound, dim and unsound
Daring the logic.
Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned,
Phase into the vile.

Let me speak again,
Pursue the praise – not too soon –
In two yields construed by me and you.
Tracing the cause and case
As we stand here face to face.
Simple twofoldness is our brace
That makes it feel like you and me.

Opportunity isn’t what we lost:
We have lost our senses.

We’re nothing but debris
Floating on a silver lake.
There’s nothing left to take
As we slowly fall apart.
We unite you through me
As we separate with fate.
We’re nothing but debris.

Walk with me now to another place
Where no one else has been before.

[ Theatre of Tragedy ]

Non credo che riuscirò mai ad esprimere a parole l’amore che provo per questa canzone.
No, non è una dedica. È solo bellissima.