Cracks (Belgium - Autumn 2010)

When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run
I used to be a little less inquisitive but
How many moons deserve the night?

The misery castle grew up by my side,
I’m always searching for something,
For the hug of a night good enough
I can be as bad as you want, but not as I want.

Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.

Sun is the enemy of quick promises
And faith is a serious pain in vain
My plans were made to be broken
For love and endless overkill.

Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.

When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run,
I used to be a little less inquisitive.