The Paradox Of Two

With you I sleep undistracted, but when daylight dyes our room...
These walls start to bleed; they drip venom in our words
and I spew the unthinkable out:

This should not be, there is no last attempt
It ends now, the clash of two rivals; passion and contempt
Wake me up and leave a rose before you go
Its fragrance will charm you again when it withers beside your stone

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,
revived by the air I share with no-one
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?

Now each day brings a deafening silence
and when colours fade to one, they attack; yearning and remorse
Tear me down from the trail I walk alone
Without direction, without control

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,
revived by the air I share with no-one
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?

My lungs burn with your breath and yet my soul suffocates without
It's the paradox of two....

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn.
revived by the air I share with no-one
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?