Pythia
My Pale Prince
Where were you my pale princeWhen my heart was suffering for you?Were you standing at the gatesThe waters black and running ever deep?Winter comes, on my kneesPetals fall, do you bleed?Did I feel you reach for meYour fingers frozen to the very bone?Searching for some empathyI feel the passion spilling from your veins.(Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia?Can you feel me?)Distant sands, bloom to seedSnow on snow, do you bleed?After all these naked yearningsCan you feel me suffering for you?
From Letras Mania