I Don’t Mind

And if I had the time to solve the mystery of your crime you know I would,
If I had to shape the form of your mechanical design you know I could,
Well I’ve been up and down the lanes to lose the memory
Of your name and sword taken from the stone,
Put in the lake but I have mended up my heart
And I have nothing more than bones to break,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind,

If I had the hand to take the blood out of the sand to make it dry,
And if I knew the birth and all the secrets of the earth I won’t ask why,
Well I’ve been in and out of windows just,
To try to find a doorway,
I’ve broken off the mud that is weight upon my shoes but I’ve,
Mended up my heart and I have nothing more than time to lose,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind,

If I could look within the endless tears upon your skin would I go blind,
If I could carve your face upon an unfamiliar place would I be kind,
I’ve seen visions of a ghost that stands upon a ragged sleeve,
Of all my faded dreams that I have broken at the seams but I,
Mended up my heart and I have nothing more than sorrow on the breeze,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind (8x’s)

You, My Love

Sun falls down like the memory of a sword,
Turned everything from gold into grey.
There’s a light that still finds your face,
Giving all the dust and shadows a name.

And the night turns just as cold as the surface of the moon,
Showing nothing more than sorrow and the faith,
There’s a sight sitting slowly in my mind,
With a sound that is waking up the shade.
With a sound that is waking up the shade.

It’s you, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

(Dying day)

A feeling hits your heart like an arrow in the snow,
Waking all the blood that’s sweeping in your veins.
It’s alright for it that you don’t really know
Just how the water’s going to deal with your remains.

Just how the water’s going to deal with your remains…

There’s a spirit in your mind, I can see it in your eyes,
Like a gift you bring to ease a trouble too.
Where we cast another storm beneath the sad stained moon,
And wait to find ourselves alone,
In a room.

And wait to find ourselves alone…

It’s you my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

It’s true, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

Dying day…