MUSIC: R VD BERG – LYRIC: E SLABBERT
I wish I knew the truth between our words and dreams,
part fallacy from game although they feel the same.
I cannot tell a lie, save the Jester from a fall
My memory stop short, the violins distort. . .
And now you close your eyes and within me silence cries
With bitterness and lies – how do I survive?
My memories of you –tender mingle through a flame
I lost the way back home and fear to go alone
where there’s empty photo’s – without you my walls are bare
Can’t we frame a new direction with your eyes still my prayer?
But now you close your eyes and within me silence cries
With bitterness and lies –
How can I survive the hello of your smell and your lips around my name?
No, I can not resist – I’m a moth around a flame. . .