#ciardith

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

The devil moon took me through the alley Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale To the Mews running through the backstreets Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep The devil moon took me out of Soho Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow Sucked along by a winter shower To stand beside your shining tower This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance Just the sound of your voice Wherever I may be changes everything And then the world's right with me You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my london girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I ain't got no choice The light was going out, the moon was dying The night was turning to a fine Spring morning The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain When the cold winds come to find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those mad men's eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice

MIKA - Underwater 

She lead me down the garden path and bled me dry, dry. She did her make up in the reflection of my glassy, glazed eyes. She buried me in the churchyard where she wed me long ago. My father saw red and said "you couldn't even pronounce the poor boy's name!" And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away, My name's still driving the girl insane. All fifteen letters addressed to her, As a reminder of what she'd done. She checked in to the hospital in Denton, Texas. She told them about my name, they said, "We're sorry but there's nothing to remove this tattoo from your brain" Now I'm the voice inside her head, I'm in her bed, I'm in the walls that she hides between. All fifteen letters addressed to her, as a reminder. And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away, My name's still driving the girl insane. All fifteen letters addressed to her, As a reminder of what she'd done. The moon is on it's back tonight The moon is on it's back tonight Her breath is much colder now she is the older, not I. The moon is on it's back tonight The moon is on it's back tonight My name will remain an unclimbable mountain in live.

Bird Song by Florence + The Machine

Meredith