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~Nicholas (part 1)~ There's no sympathy for angry hearts� When there is no love� I've just been a lonely drifter, wandering from job to job set in my apathy. Not really caring if I wash out. My soul is guarded by high turrets, from the screaming mob� that is our callous world� In the sea's roar, I can hear them shout. I have no home, and my heart is stone, and I don't care! Indifferently, I'm here, working on the docks� And I know there must be more. More than living in bitterness. I want to have felt love. Tired of selfish solipsism, I need someone to feel for. Someone I can adore. I pray to the gray sky� Send me an angel from above! I'm all alone, and my heart is not stone, but you don't care! Stay with me tonight, tell me it's alright, even if it's only a lie! I want to drop this shield� run through the field� and meet you amongst the roses. Where our romance lies� where no one ever cries� and the love story never closes. �upon us. My eyes are green with angry envy� Jealous of what I've never had. So I pretend there's no where to love, no one, no way, no how. I fear that I'll die having never experienced, This desire that is driving me mad. I'm alone, here on the docks. Angel, where are you now? ~Meeting by the Sea~ I was in Japan, near Hakone, sitting alienated from the sun and the sea, when suddenly she came to me� A beautiful woman who wore the sea wind like a pearl. She saw my face, and sat down, by my side� I heard her ask what was wrong, just over the swirl of the peaceful, soothing caress of the incoming tide. She sat there and listened to me, with an enchanting grace As I poured out my heart, my tale of misery and woe. I told her I was undeserving, and I saw concern on her face and when the sun had set, neither of us could go. And I met her near Hakone, the sun, the sea, and she� She understands me so, oh how can this be real? The way she comforts me, she's like a breeze to ease� Breaking my defense, I'm afraid of how I feel. As I talked of love and it's absence, she looked to the sea. When she talked of love it was my turn to think of other things. And when she looked at me and asked, "Can you love me?" I said, "I think I can. Let us see what the future brings." Here I'd found someone, who eases pain as she takes my hand. I heard flutes from far off, striking up a melody. She smiled at me, as we walked back across the sand, leaving for another day the solitary comfort of the sea. She takes my hand with a laugh and dances, with a motion like the ocean. And I'm the man dancing here at her side. I start to feel a foreign joy, with surprise, oh how love flies! My heart feels free, upon the wind we ride! I start to feel a foreign joy, with surprise, oh how love flies�! My heart feels free, upon the wind we ride�! ~Violet~ He's more than he thinks� He tells me that's absurd� But he can't hide it when we dance. With me he's a different man. He feels that it's a jinx� Saying the love word� Still he doesn't fear romance. Like weaker men who ran. It's so difficult to get him to smile. He's like no other man I've ever met� Sometimes he'll just hold me awhile� We'll look over Tokyo and watch the sun set. We'll be that way, I feel his heart under his shirt. Like a fire that's found a reason to burn. I'm going so slowly, I don't want him hurt� And I hope it will never be his turn. I still recall how we met, he waits by the sea every day. Doesn't he ever bore? He's just there for hours, standing there. To him I'm more than any woman, but I don't know what to say� How he makes me feel, like rain trickling through my hair. To him I'm an Angel of Mercy, to me he's my Prince. And together we can spend the rest of our days� It was long before my first love, and there's not been one since, and I want us to be together always� |
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