[Daniel Serebryany]

http://mysteryal.livejournal.com/

 

I did try to go out of love

I would took razor blades and corrected myself

Hid myself in the basement I cut there

Leather bends straps and belts that tighted and tied the weak chest

I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I so want to be with you

And I shall be with you

Room with the white white ceiling and

With right for the hope

Room with the white white ceiling and

With belief in love

 

Name of yours long ago got different one

For good eyes of yours lost the colour of them

Drunken doctor did say that you had been gone

The fireman gave certificate that your home had been burnt

But I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I so want to be with you

And I shall be with you

Room with the white white ceiling and

With right for the hope

Room with the white white ceiling and

With belief in love

 

I was breaking glass

Like chocolate in hands

And cut and cut these fingers

For purpose that they

Can never never touch you no more

And I looked in there faces and couldn't forgive

Them all, them, that they don't have you

And that they are alive

But I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I want to be with you

I so want to be with you

And I shall be with you

Room with the white white ceiling and

With right for the hope

Room with the white white ceiling and

With belief in love