I see a starlight shining bright at the tunnel's end
And as I walk, I leave my prints on dry foliage.
I feel, my heart is beating still, I have to live
A creeping thought: I won't be back,
Or, rather not, I'll stay forever
.
I'll be hot ashes on your lips,
I'll be the wind kissing your hands
I'll be a glint of flame in your eyes.
I'll be a snowflake on your cheek,
I'll be a blinding light so near;
For you I'll stay a blinding light.
.
I have been going through this tunnel to the very end,
I walk and walk on thin ice, on grass, burnt and dead.
Don't cry, I beg you. Where I'm going, there is no pain,
A creeping thought: I won't be back,
Or, rather not, I'll stay forever
.
I'll be hot ashes on your lips,
I'll be the wind kissing your hands
I'll be a glint of flame in your eyes.
I'll be a snowflake on your cheek,
I'll be a blinding light so near;
For you I'll stay a blinding light.
.
Bright light
Bright light
.
I'll be hot ashes on your lips,
I'll be the wind kissing your hands
I'll be a glint of flame in your eyes.
I'll be a snowflake on your cheek,
I'll be a blinding light so near;
For you I'll stay a blinding light.
