Communion Songtext
von Melt

When I′ve had a few too many, I remember things I said
When I'd had a few too many pillow talking on your bed
In communion with the woman who I was back then
On a berth of yellow roses I lay her down to rest

Doomed to all the same mistakes, birth my soul anew
Fall in love with other people to remember love with you


In communion with the woman who packed her bags and left
Gratefully evolving
Sweet ambrosia of her flesh
Though there′s no returning there, I mourn my mother's nest
A distant comfort calling
Like my head upon your chest

Despite my better judgment
I wallow in the blue
A pleading, pleasing, weepy silhouette without a clue

Doomed to all the same mistakes, birth my soul anew
Fall in love with other people
Fall in love with other people to remember love with you