*New Lyrics.* Comments anyone?

[dernierefois94]

Winter wraps up steeples, empty buildings, houses mute like stone
as a glass bubble where I brush against shoulders of unknowns,
and I see them making terse, soundless conversations,
the kids laughing silent laughs waiting for a stop at the station.

Blood seems to throb only in my ears and nose,
sharp blades of cold hit me, penetrate beneath my heavy clothes
and leave my body bluish, rigid, completely bloodless,
insensitive to lightning pain or to the heat of a caress.

So I move forward among vague cars, mechanically,
not even noticing the street where I am walking.
A man at the traffic light puts some flowers in my chapped hands,
I hand him a coin and buy them even if I can’t smell their scents.

Next to the stairs that lead to the city's tower
there is a white marble statue with some amputated fingers.
She wears the cracks and webs that climb her like ivy
as an old, worn, used up mantle hanging kingly on her body.

Sometimes I wish I owned nothing at all
except some cardboard where I'll write my destination on,
so that when you'll explore my body for the first time
I will have nothing to explain, wait with a plain smile for your reply

and just show you my creased scars and violet bruises
as a sort of photograph album, place and date under each of them.
And we'll drive for so long, so far that we'll forget about the start
and 'bout our meaningless names, skipping the introduction part.

Late afternoon, I sit on a bench in the square,
watching the aged women headed church and the beggars laying there,
and thoughtful mothers rocking their pushchairs back and forth,
men thinking of what they're doing and of its actual worth.

And I thought "From today I'll stay in bed until
I find an obvious reason to get out of it,
lifting my dry eyelids just to stare at the sunlight
gilding the dullest objects grew sleepy dim during the night

and drawing perfect geometry on my bare walls."
But here I am, again, I still drag my asleep feet,
and realize the ideals taken from the books I read

and those well written quotes I learn by heart and pretend,
along with meanings I will never really understand,
they mean so much to me, are just pad to increase my weight
and fill the empty place intended for my absent faith.

[Griggy]

I really like this. It reminds me of a friend I had who died in my junior year of high school. He told me that you can't just go through the motions every day and to live life to its fullness, which his exemplified before he died. I really learned a lot from him, and I really like these lyrics.