Compositor: L.A Salami
Like a madman I still run
From the warlord and her gun
But I can't hold or shun such feelings
Like I'm Aphrodites son
I'm so weakend I know that
But I'm in deep if I go back
She sat and stared at bad things happening
While I lay weepin' on the mat
She said she wanted off the tracks
But how the hell would I know that
She had her paints and poems packed
I knew she'd turned my mornings black
And Kythira sends the doves
They scream cross-eyed from above
I give her just the slightest shove
But she says sorry I'm in love
And you can't draw blood from a wall
But you can fool yourself to thinking
That there's sorrow in her at all
And if the world is just a stage
Then show me to the part I play
And have some mercy on the way
My eyes are twisted in their vision
And all I ever see is grey
Yeah the night and daytime play
I was knee-deep in the rainfall
But I stayed there anyway
And Kythiras hands were torn
Between the petals and the fawn
On the rows I left alone
And the redness was gone
All the singing of a song
She told me that it all goes on
That I was wrong and I felt wrong
And it was just another day
To see the nights and daytime play
I was knee-deep in disaster
But I stayed there anyway
On the doorstep I still stand
While she cups raindrops in her hands
And it's all more than I can stand
I was dreaming of disaster
And she lost my elegance
In the blueness of the bland
Expands along with my advances
That I barely understand
In this room the curtains drawn
To hide the blood behind the door
And I can't see her anymore
She said she'd seen it all before
And Kythira sends the doves
They scream cross-eyed from above
I cried enough is enough!
But she said sorry I'm in love