A wind blows, a rabid wind
my hands deep in the pockets of longing
without you I return frozen
with the marks of separation
Come and slice me in two
with a gaze like a bloody knife
two times for me to love you
and two lives for me to wait for you
In the rain a crumpled paper
words we used to write which now have been erased
for two lives I will wait
so we can rewrite on a clean sheet (of paper)
Come and slice me in two
with a gaze like a bloody knife
two times for me to love you
and two lives for me to wait for you