Black Burning Heart

I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again

Live this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their time to speak

The sky will be my shroud
A momentual cloud

If we could turn back, you can’t paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black

Give me your hand
Cut the skin, let me in
The molecules of us
Bleeding into one again

The sky will be my shroud
The cenotaph of cloud

If we could turn back, you can’t paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
I know

Everything you said was right, and I suppose
Everything is here forever, till it goes
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
Just a picture on the shelf

Je souhaiterais emerger
Dans les profondeurs des mers
Y dispara etre
Pour ne plus jamais etre vu

Burning up now
And I’m racing down a road I don’t recognise
I realise I’ve

Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
Turn back

By: Keane, song “Black Burning Heart”

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