story behind the song: an afternoon to think of questions long pondered before, after and especially during consulting with spirits.
Lyrics
voices from behind you
quietly call your name
whispering the syllables
from some long forgotten page
the manuscript you were writ on
in which the fates collide
the future is the present
you open to decide
as the spirits leave you
your mind settles as the dust
still her face it haunts you
lost in love, or is it lust?
struggling with her decisions
words slurried, past in tears
the fallowing of principle
in the passage of the years
along its halls you see her
in those fantasies divine
through the door of madness
you once upon a timed
still her face it haunts you
lost in love or is it lust?
as the spirits leave you
your mind settles as it must
on that question that still haunts you
what is love without the lust?
what is love...
without the lust...
what is love ...
