The Glass Keep

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    The Glass Keep

    The Glass Keep

     

    Home away from a broken home

    Self- destruct and reassemble alone.

    Reconstruct in your eyes,

    like mirrors in the sand.

    Rose red in the summer.

    Snow white in the winter.

    You were the eternal grace-

    from this wasteland.

    I wanna sleep away (hundred years)….

    I wanna sleep away (hundred years)….

     

    I wanna sleep away with you

    My perfect getaway….

     

    Want to sleep forever.

    Why can’t we all sleep away?

    Want to sleep forever

    Why can’t we all sleep away?

    To a perfect getaway….

     

    Caught a caravan to your distant haven,

     to the edge of your lips,

    to taste your sweet poison.

    The perfect getaway

     

    It’s clear to me now like the glass tomb you keep.

    Seeing you but forever can’t touch you

    or must I die if I do.

    Like the apples you ate

    and the poison I drank.

     

     

    Want to sleep forever

    Why can’t we all sleep away?

    Want to sleep forever

     Why can’t we all sleep away?

    The perfect getaway….

     

     

    Now I look into your

    distant eyes,

    you lay there ascended

     beautiful and cold.

    Caught a brief reflection

    of my face in your eyes.

    Now I retreat into your sanctum.

    Shrouded by the same thorns

    I’ve created from your spool

    Forever protected!

    Forever protected!

    Far away from here.

    (And) wanna sleep away (hundred years)

    I wanna sleep away (hundred years)

    I wanna sleep away with you

    My perfect getaway.

    Fucking slip away in this glass hide away


    Sleep Away….

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