#zanzinger

Sofar Debrecen | March 22, 2017

I woke to see my face today In a way I made the mirror break I glanced at my days to come In a scar I dug their grave

So wake me when those days are done With something worth working on Wake me with a kind of love

All covered in fume and steam A lizard grows in you and me He’ll burst in where I end He‘ll find the slit where you begin

So hold me tight and in our bond We’ll squeeze the breath out of the thorn And together we’ll be left alone

There’s a kind of love in your heart As I picture you leaving it leaves a mark On the rug

Once a harvester of love in need You’re better off by leaving me As seeds will grow and so will I This time you should give in to fear

Still you hold me in a loved regard Admiring the wounds you got You hold me with a kind of love

As if I never hurt you, dear So long you chose to believe Tales turn true only if you want I know it’s a shallow relief

So call me lover instead of love And leave me lover by the dawn Leave me with a kind of love

Zanzinger: The Country And The Cunt (2015)