Heartache... |
I have to let go. The game is over. I'm going to sit there And wait. Wait for a train to pass Or a car to crash. I'm going to wait for a letter from you Wait for a text, an email. Send me a pigeon Or a snail. Put yourself in front of the door As I need you badly. Give away your heart I will take it kindly I don't understand those words Your lips mutter anymore You say 'Money' 'Money' But you're missing the point, in fact You owe me a life. How do you expect to pay me back ? But she's gone already, isn't she ? I still can see her feathers though As she walks away from me To another half to break Because it doesn't fit. And by pushing too much, pulling too much Trying to smooth the angles She will only end up with dust in her hands She can not see the vibrant attraction anymore And forgets why she was here in the first place. She discards the useless pieces on the floor, Dust the rest of my love from her clothes. From the ground I look up at the standing shadow Who was once the other side of me While I beg and bleed and crawl through the shambles She's gone already taking nothing but the sparkles. Dirty Elena, 1982. |