Black Hearted Love

I think I saw you in the shadows
I move in closer beneath your windows
Who would suspect me of this rapture?

And who but my black hearted love
And who but my black hearted love

I think that it's quite funny that with all the problems in the world around me , my main concern is focused on myself . And on my past relationships. I mean it's all in the past now. Why do I keep going back ?


It's maybe cause I feel a bit empty - but now that the emptyness starts to settle it's not all bad. It's like a slight used canvas, with some white paste on it - ready to accept new images. And if anyone wants to get the old image back he should put some effort to that - myself I am quite happy being a white canvas.


I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted