Glenn Danzig Follow

I sleep with your voice and the things you said

but all of your words seem to lose their meaning

when I am left alone here dreaming

of all the dying cold, blue flowers

and all the lonely silent hours

I have spent without you here

in isolation and silent fear

in the corners of my empty heart

I keep your bones where your love held a part

and left to die, drowning slowly

like all the words that you once told me

about the sadness in your painted stare

I looked into it but found nothing there

except desire and your burning need

of desperation and selfless greed

in the stillness of my empty room

I see your ghost in a shrouded tomb

you lift your burning hands in the air

you fall to your knees in your despair

you cry in sorrow, you shout their names

but your dry tears are lost in the flames

and when it is over and your body dies

your pain is eternal and your left with your lies

I sleep with your voice and the things you said