A keresés eredménye

Knives

First, put down your weapons
Your words already hurt me enough
I'm just wanting a civilized conversation
I know critcisim is coming
But I'm running from this fight
Today there's no villain, no victim
There's no audience, no drinks
 
You come attacking me in anger and I just come with a kiss to get even*
You know that we don't have the courage to live apart from each other
Like two knives hitting together* trying to get the cut
Are our two hearts fighting to see who is stronger
 
You come attacking me in anger and I just come with a kiss to get even
You know that we don't have the courage to live apart from each other
Like two knives hitting together** trying to get the cut
Are our two hearts fighting to see who is stronger
 
First, put down your weapons
Your words already hurt me enough
I'm just wanting a civilized conversation
I know critcisim is coming
But I'm running from this fight
Today there's no villain, no victim
There's no audience, no drinks
 
You come attacking me in anger and I just come with a kiss to get even
You know that we don't have the courage to live apart from each other
Like two knives hitting together* trying to get the cut
Are our two hearts fighting to see who is stronger
 
You come attacking me in anger and I just come with a kiss to get even
You know that we don't have the courage to live apart from each other
Like two knives hitting together* trying to get the cut
Are our two hearts fighting to see who is stronger
 

In the ruins of an abbey (Rhyming)

Versions: #1
All alone, the two as one,
Lovebirds chatter,
Gathering the springtime sun
That God scatters.
 
Laughter rings out like a bell
In these spaces
Where dark shadows used to dwell
On blank faces.
 
They are wedded just this day,
And are voicing
Many trills to show their way
Of rejoicing.
 
Celebration meets the wind,
As it dances,
Which the abbey’s somber tint
Quite enhances.
 
Tousled jasmine fills the air
As they revel
Where the abbess bends in prayer,
Hands together.
 
Cross-marked graves become a part
Of this frenzy.
Stinging nettles make them dart,
Oh, so gently.
 
One pursues and one takes flight
As their bonding
Grows amid the somber night
At the convent.
 
There they go, the chirping ones,
With such passion!
They embrace as much they can,
In their fashion,
 
Through the columns, coldly carved
Out of marble.
Those two lovers are just birds
In the arbor!