dagger of your look

1989

you leave your blame here at my door
can i ask you, please, what is it for?
must i bear the burden of all our guilt
crushed into the ground of our battlefield?

your eyes destroy the man in me
piercing my defenses with your strategy
are you really pure, noble, without stain
are you excused by your very own pain?
  
  far your world hides from my cry
  when you turn your back, my hurt you defy
  but the balance of the scale will turn a coup
  when the dagger of your look will turn on you

you keep on adding on my load to bear
you finish me off with your complaints, i swear
just one more favor, please tell me now
why must i take all our blame somehow?

is the hope too far that you can forgive
forget and give me my own chance to live?
is this just a dream disappearing in the day
a phantom in the night not coming all my way?


where is the touch of your loving hand
the love in your eyes burning down all the land?
empty are your promises, they echo in a shell
all that remains is a burning hell

your eyes destroy the man in me
piercing my defenses with your strategy
are you really pure, noble, without stain
are you excused by your very own pain?