Deep in the forest
In a house of dung
A man caresses hope
With his velvet tongue.

But in his golden mirror
His fate is soon foretold;
His face appears young
Though he is grey and old.

And in his heart's slow sway
He reads his sudden end,
As happiness and will
Both quickly fade away.

He drea Read more...

Deep in the forest
In a house of dung
A man caresses hope
With his velvet tongue.

But in his golden mirror
His fate is soon foretold;
His face appears young
Though he is grey and old.

And in his heart's slow sway
He reads his sudden end,
As happiness and will
Both quickly fade away.

He dreams of love once felt
And rips his lips apart;
To vent that death may quickly melt
The chains that bind his fallen heart.

Such chains, such pains,
Such wanting and such demonstration;
Such tears, such fears
All borne from desperation.

A billion heartbeats
Come and go in vain
To ring out in his empty shell,
For he will always love her till the end
And that's the truth I'm here to tell.