Tonight a voice speaks from far across the edges of salvation,
Standing six feet off the edge wondering,
The last glimpse, the last words and the last kiss of love
Will it be too hard to imagine a world from so deep down--I wonder
Where voices fade away and all that remains are your skin and bones
Is this place called The cemetery of Love?
Though the streams of darkness carry the ashes of memories
I wonder what the morning does,
Does it turn away from the truth it hides or weeps in remorse?
Or does it breathe a new ray of hope or just moves on like a silent passer-by?
I can listen to your words from the depths of this world,
But I can’t make my voice heard through the layers of the sands
Is this why they call it the Cemetery of love?
It’s a one way street where I am headed,
Oh baby, it’s the same old feeling
Lust and desire are mere words now.
All you crave for is just a breath of air
Am I here to apologize or just living out my destiny?
It’s hard to know the truth when U are stranded in the cemetery of Love.
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