Siddal Treasures Of Sleep
I fall into you like a lover
Intoxicated
Always wanting more
Wasting years of life with you
Making love
And inside this coma
I'm still breathing
A lunacy fitting for a king
I hold deeply rooted
Underneath these sheets
Treasures of sleeping
If death and her brother should
Follow me under
I couldn't say I minded
Being so taken
When all the roses die
They leave their thorns behind
Reminding us all of their
Eternal return
