Monday, September 12, 2016

My Bride

MY BRIDE - Written by Carroll Bryant


Is this your magic?
Is this make believe or is it real?
I'm walking on holy ground searching for your spirit
I can sense your presence 
I can taste the wind
Your soul I can't feel

With dirt on my hands I try to get to you
My love
I am so scared
I'm so alone ever since you died
And even though you are a corpse
You're still my bride

I can acknowledge that my sanity is slipping away
From me
There is nowhere to go for a crazy man
Still I couldn't stay away
Is this what they mean when they tell you
That hell is just a bad thought away

You knew I couldn't hide
Even if I tried
Baby, you are still my bride

Deep behind the darkness
Way behind the gate
I dig to taste your kisses
I dig to fornicate

I want to be with you
After all it is our honeymoon
My love
I am so scared
And I know that you are all alone
Nothing seems to change
Everything is still the same
Ever since you died
Even though you know I know
That you are still a corpse
Baby, you are still my bride

Is this your magic?
Is this make believe or is it real?
Your words I can't hear
Your thoughts I can feel
You know that your touch is magic
It brings tears right to my eyes
And even though you are dead
Your love I will never dread
You are still my bride

And even though you're dead
And at your funeral I cried

You are still my bride





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