þriðjudagur, febrúar 24, 2004

i died, many years ago.
but you can make me feel,
like it isn?t so.
and while you?ve come to be with me,
i think i finally know...

mmmm...

you?re scared, ashamed of what you feel.
you can?t tell the ones you love,
you know they couldn?t deal.
but whispering in a dead mans ear,
doesn?t make it real.

that?s great, but i don?t wanna play.
cause being with you touches me,
more than i can say.
but since i?m only dead to you,
i?m singing stay away.

and let me rest in peace...

let me rest in peace,
let me get some sleep,
let me take my love and bury it,
in a hole six foot deep.
i can lay my body down,
but i can?t find my sweet release,
so let me rest in peace.

you know, you got a willing slave,
and you just love to play the thought,
that you might mis-behave,
but untill you do, i?m telling you,
stop visiting my grave.

and let me rest in peace...

i know, i should go,
but i follow you,
like a man possessed,
there?s a trail here,
beneath my breast,
and it hurts me more,
than you?ve ever guessed,
if my heart could beat,
it would break my chest.
but i can see,
you?re un-impressed,
so leave me be,

and let me rest in peace,
let me get some sleep,
let me take my love and bury it,
in a hole six foot deep.
i can lay my body down,
but i can?t find my sweet release.

let me rest in peace,
why wont you let me rest in peace....