un rêve qui s'achève ©carine roth

un rêve qui s'achève ©carine roth

sky_winter

Last night i killed my wife,

three times

 

i burried her bodies, the three of them

under leaves of grief, denial and absence

hidden, forgotten, left to rotten

 

Through my dreams, hunted

they came back to me

Little shrunken dry smelly pieces of flesh and sorrow, three of them

 

I carried them carefully

Burn them in the sacred fire

with my deep apologies and my own personal gratitude, the one of a broken heart

A broken heart that won’t serve any more, not to be fixed or re used but to be left for dead and honored as so

 

It’s a hard journey to live depraved of fire, heart fire

It’s been a cold journey to live heartless

 

I burned the three bodies

cried once again

over dreams and the love that hasn t been

 

Over the dark shadows eclipsing the warmth of the Sun

 

I begged, raged, despaired for mercy

Walked for a thousand years

seecking for redemption

 

But it’s at the very center of my dreams that it happened

Eventually

Finally

The very quality of forgiveness…

 

I burned her three beloved bodies in the sacred heart’s flames

 

Radiant

Finally

Eventually

 

icibas

All these accidents
That happen
Follow the dot
Coincidence
Makes sense
Only with you
You don’t have to speak
I feel

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this

State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be

All that no-one sees
You see
What’s inside of me
Every nerve that hurts
You heal
Deep inside of me
You don’t have to speak
I feel

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me confuse
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this

State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be

State of emergency
How beautiful to be

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this

State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be

State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
State of, state of
How beautiful
Emergency
Is where I want to be

State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be

State of emergency
How beautiful to be

Written by Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Sirgurjon Birgir Sigurdsson • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group