dear mr. black

(dear mr. black)
don't waste my time.
for i can't bare
to drop a dime
in these trying times.

dear the one in gold,
have you ever thawed out your soul?
does it get tiring, does it get old?
when the one you love, is forever on hold.
while there you remain to be, forever locked.
without the key.
forever closed, forever closed. more than thricefold.
forever gold.

dear miss prince,
may i, if you wish, kiss the hand that you kiss?
or shall i erase the trace of the kiss on your lips?
my fingerprints are the only prints that i wish
trace the lines of love on your lips.

dear the man in white,
does it hurt when you bleed?
does it hurt when you fight?
does it hurt when you face the face of the face of light?
or do you glow, like the glow of the night's night?
like a bulb dwindling in the street light.
turn up the switch, the light fades to black.
then brighter and brighter until all the world fades to black.
fades to black. fades to black.

dear ghost buster,
get the bad things out of me oh oh
sing the lyrics carved on the tree oh oh
did it ever occur to you that not just angels
fall from above to the gravel below?
or does it take a fever to pass by the one you know.
it wont let me go, oh i wont let me go, no no.

dear you,
do you really suffer as i do?
or is it just a ploy to break down the doors of the devil's heirloom?
to find the one thing i've always hid.
"that beating wretched living thing"
forever dead as the beating one, not in a man's soul
but in the dead man's chest.
do you lay awake at night searching for fulfillment and rest?
or do you regret laying there in tears of sweat.
breathing heavily, gasping slowly.
hoping one day you can get to me. oh how i carved you out of the tree.
where it's written: you and you plus me.