Silas Thorne “Golden Lips”
Your golden lips don't bloom just for a smile (mmh, no they don't) They’re a halo, burning for a weary mile Your words are perfect, they cut right through the bone Through the endless nights I’ve faced alone From my youth until the day I finally fall I hear your echo... (Lord, I hear it) inside it all. In this silk-white dawn where the cold begins to creep And the danger of desire wakes us from our sleep! (Oh, wake us up!) Underneath the sun, every body starts to shake Afraid to find their hearts in the choices that they make. Green wood memories, a fog I’m crawling through I closed my eyes to find myself, but darling, I only found you Now my whole life listens, I’m caught within your frame And I can’t break the silence... (No, I can’t break it) That you’ve branded with your name. (Ooh-ooh-ooh) These terrible rests you invent for me... (Your love, your love...) In every sound of the world. (Mmh, yeah) ©️Cassino Domenico Ralph
