In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will..

Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here?

In your favourite darkness,
Your favourite half-light,
Your favourite consciousness,
Your favourite slave.

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here

Will you lead me to your armchair,
Or leave me lying here?

Your favourite innocence,
Your favourite prize,
Your favourite smile,
Your favourite slave.

I'm hanging on your words,
living on your breath,
feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise

Will you let the fire die down soon,
Or will I always be here?

Your favourite passion,
Your favourite game,
Your favourite mirror,
Your favourite slave.

I'm hanging on your words,
living on your breath,
feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?


I love every word of this song so much that I didn't know where to quote, so I quoted them all. I feel so relaxed and so deep in shit, at the same time, when I listen to this song. This is one of my favorite songs ever, and I'm picky - and I picked this because I can feel the emotions going through my spine, my hands, my hair, all over my body every time I hear it.
To be in love so desperately, that your life is in his every move, every breath, every little detail - and the reward is to be his favorite slave. I want to have that. Some time. Not now.

Somebody said on youtube about this song "Stabs you in your heart, rips your spine off, cuts your fingers, crushes your kneecaps, but for f*ck sake, it still sounds awsome, louder equals better!" To add on it, I would suggest some cuffs. Definitely. At least for the sake of the perfect opening bass of the song.

So let's go with Dave's incredible voice: "In your room, where time stands still, or moves at your will.."