I Still See The Black - Candlemass

I’m standing up, I’m sitting down

A precious jewel — creation’s crown?

Someone is holding my breath

Someone is finding my fears

While the self got lost as the world appeared

Gimme more, gimme less

Than soulless death in the nightingness

I’m missing the moments of love, missing the moments of truth

But hell ain’t too bad when you go where there’s people you know

Love is such a thing

All join hands and we shall sing

Bade in all its light

And tomorrow brings new life

I Still See the Black

You can walk with me You can talk with me You make love to me

I recall

Feed me cake and glass

Put me in a trance

Just the same romance as before