The Muse - Felix Marc

My friend, where have you gone

Only tears to dwell upon

And they keep saying

Your life will show

My heart, your mind is wrong

Only stars to carry on

And they keep saying your

Nights will glow

The touch, the wolf within

Only doubts to calm the storm

And they keep saying

The crack will go

There she goes

A metaphor in disguise

Her thoughts are never sleeping

Fill me with your life

And leave me in your keeping

The inspiration game

She plays without retrieving

And in the finest hour

She takes without deceiving

«I just love this song!»

My flesh, your hunting prey

Only words to seal the wounds

And they keep saying

The blood will flow

The kiss, the demon mask

Only fragments inside my brain

And they keep saying

To let you go