Paroles de Touch Defiles

But We Desecrate At A Touch! And Touch Defiles Afloat On The Evening Tide It's Light and It's Sadness Growing Fainter and Fainter Growing Fainter and Fainter This War of Emotion The Fate of Our Age It Rains Slashed and Sweaty To The Brow of Our Death Cut Off From Despair The True Deceit With Dedication With Will So Purged of Purity Perished in The Night Where Every Dream With Every Hope In Someone Else Has Been Betrayed The Passion The Devotion The Knowing The Nothing The Echoes The Names The Sadness The Blame _________________________ by Dickinson