MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD

I knew my love was true truer then I knew
And only afterwards I was wounded by my words
How badly I was hurt
Tears in my ears for the things I said
And the poison going round my head

Making friends with the dead - Making friends with the dead

I met true love’s madness does it always make sense
My moves are carefully planned or is it just coincidence
From the moment of my birth when I landed on this earth
And I crawled straight ahead or to you was I led

Making friends with the dead - Making friends with the dead

Are you my friend or my mirror
If you’re my friend come nearer make it clearer

I knew my love was true and my desire to
Take you in my arms protect you from harm
From everything that comes your way
Are you here will you stay
I’m not asking you anyway
I’m just waiting for a brand new day
Or whatever else instead

Making friends with the dead - Making friends with the dead