Woorden: Tea Party. Triptych. The Messenger.

Got a letter from the messenger
I read it when it came
It said that you were wounded,
you were bound and chained
you were loved and you were handled<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
you were poisoned, you were pained
oh no,
oh no,
you were naked, you were shamed

you could almost touch heaven
right there in front of you
liberty just slipped away on us
now there's so much work to do
oh the door that closes tightly
is the door that can swing wide
oh no not expecting to collide

for a minute i let my guard down
not afraid to be found out
i completely forgot dear
what our fears were all about
oh no there's no need to be without

there's a chance and I'll take it
this desire I can't kill,
take my heart please don't break it
I will crawl to your foothill,
I'm frightened but I'm coming
please baby, please lay still,
oh no
oh no,
not coming for the kill.