Tuxedomoon
You
You are the final kissYou are the missingYou are the distant home of prisonersYou are the connecting cellYou are the secret room in the house of horrorYou are the blue light of peace and lonelinessYou are loveless saintYou are the scale by which I measure my own strengthYou are the loveless saintWe are the lie which lives upon itselfWe are all that we should beWe are the lie which lives upon itselfWe are all that we should be
From Letras Mania