Though We Flee

A kiss in the night, 
a blade through the heart.
For whom do we fight? 
I stand for my art.

There's a dream we may dream when the world's all asleep
and our head's lost in feverish din; 
there's a hope we may hope that a secret we'll keep, 
that no one may discover our sin.

And a river will run, and a river will turn, 
but a river must flow to the sea;
and it's true every life with some passion will burn
but to death we all run though we flee.

A death in the night, 
and coldness of heart.
I search for the light,
but love draws apart.