i love a man whose love is violence who always comes who goes away who never brings me any flowers to blossom in my blazing shade and all of his weak heart love is lonely our love is running out of breath when i wake you cannot know me when i sleep i dream of death wire cradle cross and arrow mother s milk or crone s rage mouths like wolves we dine like sparrows there is grace in great restraint and all of his weak heart love is lonely our love is running out of breath when i wake you cannot know me when i sleep i dream of death and i could not help but leave and wonder what spirit steals your awful head and i am grateful for your candor i could not love a better man cause all of his weak heart love is lonely our love is running out of breath when i wake you cannot know me when i sleep i dream of death