Emma Shapplin
"Sweet Venom"

In the variety nature offers the wandering world
Worries, vain fates and futile thoughts abound

Happy night, fleeting moment
Only death is constant,
Only death is truly alive

O sweet silence
You who really loves me
Only you and my heart know
The sweet venom
Which plays with my love

I am tired
I no longer forgive the errors of the heart
With each instant i burn with waiting
And now i recognise myself only in you