blues
Everyone should have a song. a short one, preferable. So that one would listen to it over and over and over again. And the words of it would mingle into one maze, one wave of eternaly sweet and almost mythical language, until the moment they would fell apart and each and every word would stab in the heart will all their might, with the newly discovered meaning. Until the moment one wouldn't be able to hold back the feeling. May the tears come over. One would still listen to the song and get tangled in the newly woven maze; watching, almost seeing, the words fuse back into the eternaly mythical pattern.
She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over into bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.
She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over into bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.