Intuition of my bête noire
And I could feel the insidious crack
As it raced down my heart
Trying to be the winner…
It left me in the dark scar-dust
Bifurcating stillness in its path
Shaking its head at me, the lonely sinner
The magic of reflected love
Intuition of my bête noire
And I could feel the insidious crack
As it raced down my heart
Trying to be the winner…
It left me in the dark scar-dust
Bifurcating stillness in its path
Shaking its head at me, the lonely sinner