Diadem

Diadem

Break your heart
Give me mine
Break your heart
Give me mine

Break your heart
Give me my diadem and

Break your heart
Give me mine
Break your heart
Give me mine

It's shortly before nowhere
Theresa needs no Gigolo
She's beguiled
By personalities
Everybody wants to ride her horse

Fine men
On sore knees
Which secretly
Dwell in fantasies
Everyone becomes her slave
It's the old dance
On the old volcano

Break your heart
Give me my diadem
And turn around
And turn around
Break your heart
Give me my diadem
And turn around
And turn around

Break your heart
Give me mine
Break your heart
Give me mine

Marquise, hand in hand
With Leopold
Not all that shimmers
Is wanted by God
But in the shadow
Of anonymous intimacy
The ascetic succumbs
As soon as the wind changes direction

With his leash
In her hand
And his back
At her wall
And the old woman
Whistles the old song
Up in the Charlotte Street

Break your heart
Give me my diadem
And turn around
And turn around
Break your heart
Give me my diadem
And turn around
And turn around

She combs her hair
With a golden comb
And meanwhile she's singing her song
His ship bursts at the reef
When he hear her
And looks out for her

Fuel the embers, the rage, the sparks
Heavy as lead, captivating, humility, drunk
Master becomes slave
It's the old dance
On the old volcano

Submitted by Steena on Fri, 04/09/2009 - 12:38
Original:
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Diadem

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