Black Ice (gololed)

it eats you from inside devouring your soul and body
this thirst of warmth and love that is all over you

you're breathing though sometimes it is not easy
in the smoke of guilt, shame and everlasting questions

it puts dots above the "i"s pulling attention
to your denials that's what she does this thirst

and you weep and tears fall down
so weep, dear, because I'm afraid it can get too late

oh, and the month of March is not too far away
oh, just a little bit and you will feel
springtime ardour inside

to walk the whole night through
to dive in jean-tonic and honey
and wait when the black-ice inside of you will die

it eats you from inside taking over your intelligence
this thirst for warmth and love does not accept rejections

and you weep and tears fall down
so weep, dear, because I'm afraid it can get too late

oh, and the month of March is not too far away
oh, just a little bit and you will feel
springtime ardour inside

to walk the whole night through
to dive in jean-tonic and honey
and wait when the black-ice inside of you will die

written by atmoravi
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from record ROMANTIKA