How much can you handle

(Liza Romanova)

This song is about sacrifice in the name of love.

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My baby's blessed by heaven.
Never believed in things i can't touch and
Only he, my wild obsession,
Could help my sharpened soul to bare.
Can this love turn into a simple trick?
To go for wool and come home shorn.
To bow your head in front of the fake king.
Give up on faith,
Stay with the dark alone.
And what of all this, I'll have to bury?
A little fire is quickly trodden out.
But i'm in burning flames dark red.
Don't take home someone you don't wanna tame.
Miss no better than a mile mistaken.
It's not for me, but I like what I feel.
So let remained it steady.
And so how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd get deep bodily harm
Just to find your peace of mind.

So how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd go through water and fire
Just to call my body "mine".

All aren't hunters that blow the horn.
But you're my needle in a haystack.
Refute that wonder lasts but nine days.
You're little body harbours a great soul.
And which lessons it can teach us?
It's great work to find Mr Right.
And not a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Not to see leaking liquid from my heart.
Here's my love on white saucer.
All covet, all lose.
Not 'bout me and you.
After us the deluge.

And so how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd get deep bodily harm
Just to find your peace of mind.

So how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd go through water and fire
Just to call my body "mine".

To feel fruity sweet taste on the lips
You're tempted by a sin.
Cherry trees blossom in the spring,
And I'll blossom with it.
Say that everything isn't in vain for me
Love that can make you soar 
And knock down on your knees.

And so how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd get deep bodily harm
Just to find your peace of mind.

So how many things
Can you handle as a proof of your love?
Can you give me back the throne
At the cost of your pain, wounds and your blood?
My yellow flower buds 
Told you'd go through water and fire
Just to call my body "mine".
© Liza Romanova 2018