| Song | Two Women |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | How I Loved You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I, I wrote a poem | |
| on your porcelain white back | |
| and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
| and you, you wore the mask— | |
| painted red, with golden cross, | |
| and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
| you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
| the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
| And I'm nailed onto your shadow, | |
| and I thank you for my birth, | |
| I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
| raining tears upon these words. | |
| And I, I remember | |
| I remember who you were. | |
| I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
| cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
| Then you come for me . . . | |
| Through the hills of iron, | |
| through the leaves of rust, | |
| through the turning white mist, | |
| through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
| through the lines that mark your face, | |
| through the living joy that I erased, | |
| beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
| beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
| You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
| You put your eyes in my head, | |
| you put your voice in my mouth, | |
| you put your mind in my mind, | |
| you put your blood in my blood, | |
| you put your hand into my side, | |
| you put your lips onto my skin... | |
| and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
| and you come . . . | |
| And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
| but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
| And the water will run thick black, | |
| and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
| And you people will whisper with her name, | |
| and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
| And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
| and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
| And her body will show the secret heat, | |
| and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
| And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
| but her blue eyes will nullify the cost— | |
| of attrition, self-hate and inner rage, | |
| running down my face and through my veins. | |
| I'll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
| I'll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
| if you'll come for me— | |
| if you come for me— | |
| Will you come for me . . . ? | |
| And we'll rise above, | |
| we'll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
| (I can't live without you.) |
| I, I wrote a poem | |
| on your porcelain white back | |
| and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
| and you, you wore the mask | |
| painted red, with golden cross, | |
| and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
| you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
| the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
| And I' m nailed onto your shadow, | |
| and I thank you for my birth, | |
| I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
| raining tears upon these words. | |
| And I, I remember | |
| I remember who you were. | |
| I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
| cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
| Then you come for me . . . | |
| Through the hills of iron, | |
| through the leaves of rust, | |
| through the turning white mist, | |
| through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
| through the lines that mark your face, | |
| through the living joy that I erased, | |
| beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
| beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
| You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
| You put your eyes in my head, | |
| you put your voice in my mouth, | |
| you put your mind in my mind, | |
| you put your blood in my blood, | |
| you put your hand into my side, | |
| you put your lips onto my skin... | |
| and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
| and you come . . . | |
| And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
| but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
| And the water will run thick black, | |
| and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
| And you people will whisper with her name, | |
| and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
| And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
| and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
| And her body will show the secret heat, | |
| and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
| And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
| but her blue eyes will nullify the cost | |
| of attrition, selfhate and inner rage, | |
| running down my face and through my veins. | |
| I' ll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
| I' ll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
| if you' ll come for me | |
| if you come for me | |
| Will you come for me . . . nbsp? | |
| And we' ll rise above, | |
| we' ll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
| I can' t live without you. |
| I, I wrote a poem | |
| on your porcelain white back | |
| and you, you cut the cord in me, | |
| and you, you wore the mask | |
| painted red, with golden cross, | |
| and in your hands of glitter blue, | |
| you hold the knife that cuts the sun, | |
| the polished knife, it cuts me too. | |
| And I' m nailed onto your shadow, | |
| and I thank you for my birth, | |
| I hear your voice, like silver crystals, | |
| raining tears upon these words. | |
| And I, I remember | |
| I remember who you were. | |
| I saw you standing in the ruins, | |
| cut from white stone and yellow earth . . . | |
| Then you come for me . . . | |
| Through the hills of iron, | |
| through the leaves of rust, | |
| through the turning white mist, | |
| through the steel wire and underbrush, | |
| through the lines that mark your face, | |
| through the living joy that I erased, | |
| beneath the pools of shining glass, | |
| beneath the water and through the past . . . | |
| You come for me, and you come for me . . . | |
| You put your eyes in my head, | |
| you put your voice in my mouth, | |
| you put your mind in my mind, | |
| you put your blood in my blood, | |
| you put your hand into my side, | |
| you put your lips onto my skin... | |
| and you come for me, you come for me . . . | |
| and you come . . . | |
| And the fire will burn my eyes out, | |
| but the truth will refuse to leave my mouth. | |
| And the water will run thick black, | |
| and this planet will rupture and crack. | |
| And you people will whisper with her name, | |
| and your children will curl up in the flames. | |
| And her fingers will touch the empty space, | |
| and the starlight will shine behind her face. | |
| And her body will show the secret heat, | |
| and the ocean will gather at her feet. | |
| And her two arms will hold the life I lost, | |
| but her blue eyes will nullify the cost | |
| of attrition, selfhate and inner rage, | |
| running down my face and through my veins. | |
| I' ll kneel naked upon the burning coals, | |
| I' ll steal the diamond that flashes in your soul, | |
| if you' ll come for me | |
| if you come for me | |
| Will you come for me . . . nbsp? | |
| And we' ll rise above, | |
| we' ll rise and rise and rise above . . . | |
| I can' t live without you. |