Ssik Songtext
von Sow

If I could kiss you I would die a death of words upon my lips
That could not speak of longing to linger upon yours

Your beloved brow I′d brush with sense of breathless breaths
Embalming you with essence of opposites of death

Sick in sickness
Sick in health

If I could kiss you I would sigh sweet sounds of sheer delight
And sew them on my severed soul to always keep inside
I fight the urge to steal your skin to sooth mine which is blazing
My cleptomainiac hands are blistered barren of my craving


Sick in sickness
Sick in health

I catch
Your fragrant pulse
Pushing past your mouth
And listen to it rip your heart
And beat mine back to life

My bodys bad but branded with memories of bliss
And now that I'm left stranded, my love I miss your kiss

Sick in sickness
Sick in health