Do I listen to my heart, do I listen to my head? Do I look at what I see, or remember what I read? When I tell you how I feel, do I wonder what I've said? Is there nothing we can do about it, anyone? Anyone can be so hard hearted But everyone Still everybody wants a happy ending
De maan roeit brandend langs 't wolkenrif, en 't bos is paars: vergiftigd. - Poel en half open pad vol hete bramen, fel en rond in geur. De vlakte, een fletse ruiker en de lippen droog; sterren vallen als dauw. Gestalten jagen woest: saters in horden; en hun grijze adem is zichtbaar. Nimfen, bloemwit met groene haren, vluchten in 't bos, hijgend. In de nevel de syrinx en op onze mond, week en dartel: Pans fluit. -
You could have obeyed me! But captain, to obey - just like that - for obedience's sake... without questioning... That's something only people like you do. Who are you? Me? I've had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth. I am... I am a faun. Your most humble servant, Your Highness. A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning...
You might have heard my footsteps Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind I might have even called your name As I ran searching after something to believe in You might have seen me runnin' Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind If you remember something there That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin' Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You like to think that you're immune to the stuff It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to love
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