--Michael Jackson - Stranger in Moscow

 

 

 

people ask me why i want to go somewhere so cold..

I’m given to some wants of desires

And given to wants of none at all

For fires consumed burn ever so bright

Unable to be drenched in the place of my soul

 

From a drowsy spot just on the other side

Did you dream well, as I did of another

And another time altogether?

Lay such hand upon my brow

And take me with you as you leave

 

For some light must penetrate old shadows

And I want you with sword in hand

To cross left over right, dark over night

You over me, me under you

 

A confessor once spoke kind

That he loved all that he abhorred

For it kept him fixed in a place beyond nature

But things do shift, and that same confessor

Confesses to you

That my love,

As it once loved

Loves no more