Pain Of Salvation - Rope Ends - табы GTP и PTB

She is still young...

Another day of emptiness 
This life is wearing her down 
The room around her is a mess 
Her children safe with her mom

She is still young but feeling old 
Two children with different fathers 
She sits on the bathroom floor alone 
The shower chain broke 
Her neck hurts

Then another night of emptiness to wear her down 
Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown 
Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes 
Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties 
Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes 
But life holds her hand, refusing to let go 
Leaving her breathing on the floor

They're still asleep don't hear her cry 
And she's still obsessed with rope ends 
This time she picks a stronger tie 
With Winnie the Pooh and friends

She is still young but feeling old 
A child dying to be a mother 
Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone 
All pressure is falling from her

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief 
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness 
Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties 
Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes 
And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall 
Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all 
But life holds her hands, refusing to let go 
Leaving her breathing on the floor 

[Johan Hallgren]

[Daniel Gildenlow]

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief 
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness 
Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress

Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies 
Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile
"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind 
Still in this life 
Still in this troubled mind
The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall 
Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor
Hitting her head - a broken china soul 
Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties 
Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind
Broken she lies undead and unblind 
Beautiful life 
Beautiful crying young eyes
Blackened and bruised, learning how to see 
Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory
Hours they pass this broken china soul 
Red stains on porcelain 
And she's not there at all...