In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
I'm drowning between liquid blue
My body a shimmering shape
A statue on the bottom of the sea
With floating hair
Your silence was a magic voice
Your breath my music
But love is dead
A silent memorial so go astray
Worship the fire, rise
And leave behind your picture in the stars
So I can look at it sometimes
Buried by the liquid crape
Please forget my name
And it will all be mine
Your silence was a magic voice
Your breath my music
But love is dead
A silent memorial so go astray
Worship the fire, rise
And leave behind your picture in the stars
So I can look at it sometimes
Buried by the liquid crape