Marianne

Against the fears of the end, And your tears on my hands, I didn't choose life said the old man, But I chose you, I chose you. Against the shadows on your face, And before we go rest, I didn't choose life said the old man, But I chose you, Marianne. For the flames of our hearts, Our eruptions and our cries, For our bodies in embers, And see Marianne, I'm just a number. For the seas with no waves, For the faces with no age, For the scars on the wind, And for the blood, The blood on our dreams. Before we fade with the dawn, Before the night offers her crown, And before we lose it all, Before we lose it all, Let me offer you my very last words.