
Date of issue: 16.01.2002
Song language: English
A Trace Of Blood |
Touching ground Going home to those I miss |
Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss |
But there’s something in her voice When she’is calling me A trace of to lead me Trough roads of agony With blood taste in my mouth |
And clouds before my eyes |
I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies |
Three young souls in misery |
Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn |
Hopes are found |
Dissected, turned and then |
Withdrawn |
A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide |
Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside |
The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay |
To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to grey |
Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly |
bringing you |
Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery |
Missing you |
I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same |
I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came |
It’ll never be the same but I will love you just the same |
You were to be the first, how wonderful |
Now I will always fear to hope again |
The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin |
So joyfully To our child there deep within |
Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully |
That she had seen our shape On a hospital screen |
And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned |
Too late we see the warning Too late we learn |
I never saw your face and now you’re gone without a trace |
Except the trace of blood that’s deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place |
It’ll never be the same but I will love you just the same |
I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again? |
Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you |
Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery |
Missing you… missing you… |