A Green Desire - Dead Poetic

I want to see your eyes.

The light, the tunnel

I need to feel your love.

This fight, my struggle

Which hand should I cut off?

My life in shambles

I’ll lose my life right here.

But what for, I’m coming home

And I will meet you (there)

I’m heading nowhere fast.

I need your hands

Which breath will be my last?

It’s gone, my past

Love with a broken heart.

I’m here alone

I’m getting taken away.

I hope you’re coming soon

And I will meet you (there)

Grab my hand to take me home

Will you be there to grab my hand and take me away?

I want to see your eyes

I need to feel your love

Which hand should I cut off?

I’ll lose my life right here