brukar ju skriva ganska.. flytande låttexter vanligtvis. Ingen konkret historia. försökte skriva en där det faktiskt var något av en genomgående handling, som faktiskt avslutas. vad tror ni?
one day in deepest summer,
a young lass left her home, so,
she could seek shelter from the warmth.
she went down to the lakeside,
rid herself off her clothes, and,
set her feet slowly in the cold.
the feel of coolness against,
her stripped and sulphurous skin,
spread through her body to her head.
she swam around for a while,
letting her mind wander, then,
she felt scales twisting round her leg.
refr:
tread lightly child;
the path you walk is dangerous indeed.
I've seen too many girls like you,
succumb themselves to sin.
and as the grip grew more firm,
she went from delirium to,
a spreading sensation of distress.
she kicked and tried to break free,
but the girl was too frail and weak,
her mother's looking for her still.
tread lightly child;
the path you walk is dangerous indeed.
I've seen too many girls like you,
succumb themselves to sin.