Happy Valentines Day

Today, I just fell in love with this song. It’s from Pure Instinct, 1996. Nothing brilliant about it and not really in their regular spirit, but I fell in love with the song all the same.

On a different note, check this out, I loved it! http://www.phdcomics.com/comics.php?f=823

you and i, by the scorpions, from the Pure Instincts album, on youtube

I lose control because of you babe
I lose control when you look at me like this
there’s something in your eyes that is sayin’ tonight
I’m not a child anymore, life has opened the door
to a new exciting life

I lose control when I’m close to you babe
I lose control don’t look at me like this
there’s something in your eyes, is this love at first sight
like a flower that grows, life just wants you to know
all the secrets of life

It’s all written down in your lifelines
it’s written down inside your heart

You and I just have a dream
to find our love a place
where we can hide away
you and I were just made
to love each other now
forever and a day

I lose control because of you babe
I lose control when you look at me like this
there’s something in your eyes that is sayin’ tonight
I’m so curious for more just like never before
in my innocent life

It’s all written down in your lifelines
it’s written down inside your heart

You and I just have a dream
to find our love a place
where we can hide away
you and I were just made
to love each other now
forever and a day

Time stands still
when days of innocence are falling for the night
I love you girl I always will
I swear I’m there for you till the day I’ll die

ashes of roses

roses smell of birthdays and funerals
it depends on where they grew

heavy, heady, heart breaking
beautiful, breathtaking, bold

one rose, and a smile, is light and sweet
twelve, like frozen dreams, defrosted rotten

brown clotted blood leaves
and black veins of dried tears

embarressment, shame, confusion
trying to figure out in your head

frozen, numb, delusions
hallucinations, of a brighter day

when things you dream of come true
sometimes, they only dissapoint

you want not what you want
but how and from whom

we want not what we want
but we want it how and from who

as time sternly pulls apart
all that you want, and all that wants you

you, torn, inbetween
just freeze in helpless wonder

there’s a threshold of pain, propped with numb patience
above which, he said, pain heals itself

the pain from known wounds is bitter sweet
strange wounds hurt fresh and sharp