Sieben - Missolonghi Sky

Missolonghi sky

The world ruptured my innocence
and the pallid English sky.
Here while I sweat the Missolonghi sky.
A sensual abyss. The final sensual abyss.

Plant my heart, a seed to bear a tree
to bear the fruit for the birds that sing for me.
I cut the hair and bled too- possibly,
so let them sing!

Here’s to her who long has waked the poet’s sigh –
The girl who gave to song what gold could never buy.
Here’s to her who arched her back my desk –
The girl who gave to song a tongue, my quill and the rest.
Here’s to her naked truths – I penned them all –
That girl uncovered genius between the sheets of dross
Here’s to her, her lines that made the poet’s sigh.

I’ll wring that obstinate little heart.

Written by:
MATT HOWDEN

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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