Love of mine someday you will die, but I'll be close behind;
I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light
or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight
waiting for the hint of a spark.
* If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
illuminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks then I'll follow you into the dark.
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule, I got my knuckles bruised
by a lady in black. And I held my tongue as she told me "Son, fear is the heart of love".
So I never went back.
You and me have seen everything to see from Bangkok to Calgary, and the soles of your shoes
are all worn down. The time for sleep is now but it's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon in the blackest of rooms.