love song, leonard ancuta

love song
this is how a goth love song is made
when columns of my long lost loves no longer bear your weight
and love collapses to find us naked, the murmur of statues as cover
so we can get undressed all over again
all over again, all over again
we can now hold hold hold on to each other as pain holds on to the sky
make me high
we finally belong together and make our love as flowers sprout
the manhood of fabulous heroes, a picture above the fireplace where
we touch and kiss as words embrace their ways
it is the song of all the love in the world, that is what apollinaire said
it is our song of when you lift your legs and knock down all the stars
when the voice in your heart tells me that this is not enough
and I send shockwaves through you and then rise like the sun
this is our love song conjuring life into nothingness
we love each other so much and so deep
that we missed the bus station called death.
this is how a goth love song is made
when columns of my long lost loves no longer bear your weight
and love collapses to find us naked, the murmur of statues as cover
so we can get undressed all over again
all over again, all over again
this is our love song conjuring life into nothingness
we love each other so much and so deep
that we missed the bus station called death.