AwakeAtTheWall

Awake At The Wall - Christian Death

In decadence and sane

I stood by the wall

Thought I'd left myself at home

Thought I'd turned my back to stone

But all the strangers knew my name

All but one who turned away

In fear he'd been there once before

Behind that same tormented door

I saw his bed amazing

I stole his coat to save the cold

Burnt my speech to keep him warm

Dropped a boy's mouth for my own

But beauty's left the aging for his youth

I want to press my lips

To his winter chill flesh

And press his hands to the sky

I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in Berlin

I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in Berlin

I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in Berlin