grave of a fire

here i stand on ashes
as my tears washes my face
for times aged ages ago
where i was planed on your ego

i provided the bricks and you've built a wall
rather than a modest house
took the risk and i've endured life to get you
and after all this time you asked who?

i can only add wet woods
but this fire sizzled long ago and it's not even warm
got up, stepped on the last spark, didn't mean any harm love
it's hard to face the facts but it was long gone

here we stand over the grave of a fire
coldness surrounds us, and there are miles to walk
from this wilderness, after our talk ended
i have to straighten myself after all this bending

i still cry over silly things
but my mind is not clouded by thoughts that are evil
shadows of future no longer looks like devil, but
it's time to heal, stayed too long being hurt

emr sag

i hope, number stations, every light

i can't do this to you
you deserve ten or a thousand fold of me
yet the sight of you is the most special thing
forgotten relics of ancient times
the rush, the fuzziness, and butterflies
and yet what should i do with all this yearning

i can't do this to you, you deserve better
i can't just love you now

laura - i hope
laura - number stations
laura - every light

emr sag

farewell

a true love starts like a fairy tale
admired every last detail
a fire started by love aged badly
burned you from inside
my eyes were fixated on your skin
but i didn't notice you were burning
my beloved ash skin

i hold, clung and hugged tighter
as were you were slipping away, sizzled in pain
while i was just standing with the lighter on my hand
wondering, when it turned into the bad kind
asking, why wouldn't you mind

with a haunting memory of empty boxes
i can't light matches anymore

at this hour only truth can spill
even radio swan is down, what would even keep me still
strings cry even more now in my always late mind
songs have different meanings now that you are gone

i can't light matches anymore
this might not be the thing you want to hear
either the boxes are empty or sparks are gone
old wounds covered in scabs already started to heal

and under my skin i bury your good memories
and make room for new discoveries
i hope you get out and get rid off your precious self made well
this my farewell

emr sag

it's kind of like the innocent smiles you get at the start of a relationship before you fuck everything up

on the deck of a wooden ship
inside of a glass bottle, you can see what's in

on the deck of a wooden vessel
smelling like ash, after all the burning

on the deck of a rock, floating in
smelling like death, millions buried under soil, rotting

on the bed of what-ifs, what could, should and would have been
you had millons faces, i mostly faced mean

on the deck of a new spark, less than love more than like
there must be an end to every tunnel, just hold on to your kite

laura - it's kind of like the innocent smiles you get at the start of a relationship before you fuck everything up

emr sag

september isn't too far

turned myself into a cocoon
my silk sorrow

with your grasp still holding on
not sure my wings will grow

emr sag

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