Cold in Berlin - The Comfort of Loss & Dust - 06 Mysterious Spells

There's time now were one on one There is power in the regret of your tongue I can breathe it in if you can breathe it out I can swallow a whisper I can swallow a shout I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone Casting mysterious spells Raising exotic hell You can twist from me such exotic rot I was not what you wanted I was what you got The most powerful woman I've seen is crawling inside what's left of me Through those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell She has woken naked on rooftop Calling madness frantic towards the sky She has walked in the likelihood of shame Her future stumbles blindly by All for those mysterious spells She's raising exotic hell There will be a moment that splits everything A pause that shifts direction When you ease between two versions of yourself As all futures spread before you Treading on and trampling on all your past There will be a breath in which all songs stall and bring you back to this moment When suns and stars and moons collide inside your chest Your lungs will fill with the light of might And there will be days that tear you apart with the strength of their loss And nights etched with misguided attempts to end misunderstood lustful endings While London sits mute and painful beneath the red August sun And there will be dreams that cast mysterious spells on to your waking hours And creatures that twist from your belly and crawl nightmarish between the cracks in your day time dreams And there will be lovers oh there will be lovers to dance with and scream with in grateful exhalation Those isolated prayers against loneliness But aging will sweep from you great moments you never knew And loss will carve your heart Calcifying into weird and unknowable shapes And rainbows will chase you into shadows behind old photographs To prove that anything can come from nothing And beasts will wait silently behind the locked doors of if And in that moment all will be lost And your forgotten self will creep behind you low and beastly For Persephone stalks your thoughts into sweet regret And breathing secret never on to every decision to come And as the song ends so you are done for For it is true we do not believe what we please For all is mysterious spells and exotic hell Oh those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone Oh those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone I prefer the taste of mysterious spells Raising exotic hell Oh those mysterious spells