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I never knew
She's no angel who came sneaking into
our room on tiptoe, with no invitation
You tumult opened the door to her,
I couldn't keep her out
When the light came on and I could see,
clearly see her wicked wanton way.
My heart was missing...
Stolen while I lay in the dark,
dreaming of better times.
I did not know right then
what was missing,
I only knew the profound
and bottomless pain
I could not recognize myself, or you
Her shroud covered all that I knew,
her black pall still lingers;
I see its shadow on you sometimes
I feel the prick of the thorn she left;
I take a breath and breath in her dark ways.
Why didn't you bar the door? You opened
it wide and let her in, welcomed her.
You stood over me and watched her sink
her fingers into my chest,
watched her rip out my heart, laughing.
Black in the night, when all was quiet,
while I slept dreaming only of you,
you conspired with the fallen angel
and I never knew
never knew...
our room on tiptoe, with no invitation
You tumult opened the door to her,
I couldn't keep her out
When the light came on and I could see,
clearly see her wicked wanton way.
My heart was missing...
Stolen while I lay in the dark,
dreaming of better times.
I did not know right then
what was missing,
I only knew the profound
and bottomless pain
I could not recognize myself, or you
Her shroud covered all that I knew,
her black pall still lingers;
I see its shadow on you sometimes
I feel the prick of the thorn she left;
I take a breath and breath in her dark ways.
Why didn't you bar the door? You opened
it wide and let her in, welcomed her.
You stood over me and watched her sink
her fingers into my chest,
watched her rip out my heart, laughing.
Black in the night, when all was quiet,
while I slept dreaming only of you,
you conspired with the fallen angel
and I never knew
never knew...
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