passion above all else
"Three weeks ago yesterday the last time we spoke Today's distance holds us too far to measure and tomorrow will never hold us that close Our hands once stitched together Weaving bloodstreams into one Arteries under pressure Sharing breath in our lungs Crossing our hearts hoping to die If fingers untangled attempt to defy Passion above all else Giving my heart or nothing else What's left of myself isn't myself When used up and placed on a shelf Passion above all else Giving my heart or nothing else What's left of myself isn't myself Passion above all else I opened up a hole in my chest so deep And extracted so much of myself One can't help but hurt This time I'm going to feel it in the morning I dream of love when love can't be seen I don't forgive you for giving up on me But I understand what causes distance And loss of interest You said you'd give up the world I've never meant so much to someone And been so soon forgotten Passion above all else Giving my heart or nothing else What's left of myself isn't myself When used up and placed on a shelf Passion above all else Giving my heart or nothing else What's left of myself isn't myself Passion above all else Passion pledges never to wander Never to wonder What could be different what could be undone Swearing to stay true undiluted Following through Focused on the sun the bearer of all purity Shuttering out discouraging light Channeling streams of foresight To warm my face and never replace Passion as the source of all grace"
Autor(es): John Lutzow
