the world is ending soon girl
and I choose to spend the time I have left
right
2 years girl
thats all that's left
cause hell is crawling to the surface
2 years, that's all we got
first month you sit
and you decide
look at the wall girl
that's never changing
don't look through the window
cause these 2 years,
every day is gonna be different
1 month, I wait for your word
now we got
23 left
a nice number
So after a month
I went to your room
and I knocked
two times at first
then
three
and I waited
and you opened
smiling
and
waving
and
looking so fine
don't think you knew
but that's fine with me
we got 2 years
so I asked:
'What should our first day be?'
and you just threw your arms
around me
tight as a belt
I felt like your hearth,
trembled
and played
that good ol' song
but maybe It was mine
after all
In 2 years
all of this will fall
so I pick you up
in my arms
I can carry you all the way
2 years aint such a long time
I can bear
we went up to the hill
back in the day
they used to do sacrifices here
maybe that's why all the sand is red
but in 2 years girl
all the color will dissapear
from here
from everywhere.
what should we do?
let's slow down the time
let's go back
before we were born
or our mothers, or their mothers
when the red of the sand
was glistening under the sun
let's re-enact
let's give this place color
one more time
as I lay you on the altar
oh fair maiden
I lift my hand high above your chest
with the pocket knife
I carry on my side
I lower it on you lover
right above your hearth
and I move it up
above your chin
under your mouth
sharp as my finger
when the touch is sudden
leaves a red line
a drop of your blood honey
makes these old stones alive
but the sky gets darker
2 MORE YEARS
screams out the thunder
you lick the blade
lightning comes down under
but the same lightning
I feel
from down under
from your lips
to your tongue
to the knife
to my spine
raindrops fill your mouth
and I fold up my knife
your chestnut tinted eyes
are like a chest of treasures
I want to open wide
but is there time?
is it worth it?
is that a line worth crossing-
Too late to ask these questions
since you already crossed my mind
In 2 years...
I'm learning to paint
...and when I find the right lines
I paint a silver cross
on your back
with my two fingers
drenched in stardust
and
brushing your lips
then going down your
neck
and
circling
and
circling
and
circling
and
circling
and
circling
and
circling,
while I can
the sparkling ashes of this burning world
on my hand
with them
I wanna paint you in silver
everywhere
so the whole world sees you as a star
same as you reflect in my eye
I want the whole world to see
till there is a world to see
before we all go blind
and our touches
will be the only words to reach
oh these 2 years...
the world is getting too bright
in all that light,
I can't even see your dark eyes
girl roll down the blinds
this sun is imprisoning our darkness
but here in the dark
our shadows have no limits
and as the time goes and goes
we will see clearly here
just like cats
two pairs of glowing eyes
will be looking back at each other
from two corners of our room
oh girl, don't roll up the blinds now
cause we will go blind for sure
2 years
but time doesn't move
when you're locked up in a room
we tricked the world
we're immortal
at least, that's what we think
until the celing above our heads
doesn't fall
-
Pierre et Luce