the captive heart

• ayni zamanda bir brendan perry sarkisi, 1999 yilinda cikarttigi eye of the hunter adli albumden..
  
  the old clock is ticking now
  marks the space between us
  your memory enshrouds my heart
  for i am held a captive
  
  sometimes my soul desires
  to take leave of this old world
  to spread these golden wings and fly
  to the city of angels
  
  but then if i close my eyes
  i can see you standing there
  your face in permanence smiles
  your lips a chalice
  
  seems like i've loved you all my life
  never thought i'd find you
  one day the muse may lend these words wings
  so i can touch you
  
  but hey!
  don't worry if the feelings not strong for you
  i have lived my life in accordance
  to the windfalls of passion
  though i know what it means
  to be loved and then forgotten
  
  i have seen too many men
  driven insane by their distractions