The longing I have led to my revival
Now I live in a manic-depressive state
My body lay stiff, free to navigate
Use sight to keep you, my desire
I will move to hold you anywhere
Bed or cemetery, either satisfies
I won't feel the disconnect
I will hold the joy of love and death cries
I will hold the joy of love and death cries
I need desire within my grasp
To keep the tumoltuous timeline in tact
The flow, the wave, the day, they all have a blur
Smudging of the ink, the story is slurred
Just like me
I will move at your whim
I will lay my body down and take hold once I find your grip
I will hold the joy of love and death cries

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