I Celebrate Your Skin - My Dying Bride

Her secrecy is charming to me

The sexual wisdom of a thousand years

With silver eyes she tore through me

It is you

I bring to ruin

Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old

My love was never a blessing

My gifts are oh so cold

So I celebrate your blood

It is the music of the sea

I was simply running for the flesh

Your wound falls away from me

Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me

My secrecy is charming to her

The two of us, we understood

With fragile limbs you claimed the distance

While holding hands with a dying God

It was my pride you gifted to me

While holding hands with a dying God

So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth

Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth

As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet

I am a word apart

I am the coldest heart

I am a serpent of the sea

You are a golden sun

You are the silver moon

You are a fever killing me

I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be

You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy