In the sharp gust of love
My memory stirred.
When time wreathed a rose,
A garland of shame.
It's thorn my only delight.
War torn, afraid to speak,
We dare to breathe.
Majestic, imperial a bridge of sighs.
Solitude sails in a wave of forgiveness
On angels wings.
Reach out your hands,
Don't turn your back.
Don't walk away.
How in the world can I wish for this,
Never to be torn apart?
Close to you 'till the last beat of my heart
At the close of day,
The sunset cloaks
These words in shadow play.
Here and now, long and loud
My heart cries out.
And the naked bone
Of an echo says,
"Don't walk away."
Reach out your hands
I'm just a step away.
How in the world can I wish for this,
Never to be torn apart?
Close to you 'till the last beat of my heart.
How in the world can I wish for this,
Never to be torn apart?
'till the last beat.
Till the last fleeting beat of my heart.
- Siouxsie and the Banshees
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