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correctiveshoes621) wrote2004-06-15 08:49 pm
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For Gaya
Lyrics -- 'Siamese Twins', by The Cure
I chose an eternity of this.
Like falling angels,
The world disappeared..
Laughing into the fire,
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss --
The first colours,
The first kiss..
We writhed under a red light;
Voodoo smile,
Siamese twins..
A girl at the window looks at me for an hour,
Then everything falls apart,
Broken inside me --
It falls apart.
The walls and the ceiling move in time;
Push a blade into my hands,
Slowly up the stairs,
And into the room,
Is it always like this?
Dancing in my pocket..
Worms eat my skin;
She glows and grows
With arms outstretched,
Her legs around me...
In the morning I cried.
Leave me to die;
You won't remember my voice..
I walked away and grew old.
You never talk,
We never smile,
I scream
You're nothing!
I don't need you any more,
You're nothing!
It fades and spins,
Fades and spins...
Sing out loud,
'We all die..'
Laughing into the fire...
Is it always like this?
---- Robert Smith, 1982

I chose an eternity of this.
Like falling angels,
The world disappeared..
Laughing into the fire,
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss --
The first colours,
The first kiss..
We writhed under a red light;
Voodoo smile,
Siamese twins..
A girl at the window looks at me for an hour,
Then everything falls apart,
Broken inside me --
It falls apart.
The walls and the ceiling move in time;
Push a blade into my hands,
Slowly up the stairs,
And into the room,
Is it always like this?
Dancing in my pocket..
Worms eat my skin;
She glows and grows
With arms outstretched,
Her legs around me...
In the morning I cried.
Leave me to die;
You won't remember my voice..
I walked away and grew old.
You never talk,
We never smile,
I scream
You're nothing!
I don't need you any more,
You're nothing!
It fades and spins,
Fades and spins...
Sing out loud,
'We all die..'
Laughing into the fire...
Is it always like this?
---- Robert Smith, 1982
