Executioner's Song


I've committed a crime of passion.

I've been solitary confined.

I've loved a married man,

and almost lost my mind.


I've loved him now for so long,

I pray for a reprieve.

'Cause I don't want to write my

Executioner's Song.


But just when I think I could break free

sweet memories set upon me,

and what's there to do

when there's nothing you can do?


What's there to do

when the feeling takes you?

What's there to do

when the feeling makes you?

What's there to do

when the feeling breaks your heart?


I've tried so hard to understand

this feeling in my heart;

and I wonder if it stays alive,

because we stay apart,

and whether or not it's right or wrong

but sometimes I just can't be strong,

and what's there to do when there's nothing you can do?


We go through life in search of hearts

to break into and steal.

And sometimes we break our own hearts

in search of the Ideal.

And 'true-love' you're a wicked jailer,

oh this I've come to know.

But do you think if I'd surrender

you'd give up and let me go?


'Cause what's there to do

when the feeling takes you?

What's there to do

when the feeling makes you?

What's there to do

when the feeling breaks your heart?


When you told me that no man

would ever see me like you do,

or love me so completely

my whole life through;

why didn't you go on and tell me

it was just to enhance the game,

and that you would stop at nothing

till your pleasure turned to pain?


And why didn't someone tell me,

instead of wasting all these years,

keeping passion alive with false hope,

I should've killed it off with tears?


'Cause you gave me just a taste of sweet ecstasy

so now everything else tastes bitter,

and that's your crime against me.

'Cause deep in the night when you awake,

and it seems your whole life's at stake,

what's there to do

when there's nothing you can do?


But having served my time now

with the passion and the blame,

I'm led into a courtyard

for the marginally sane.

My instruments of torture

have twisted the truth from me

disfigured my illusions

and now I'm free!


And though I really loved you,

I knew I'd drown in your sea,

and the one thing I wanted more than that

was to reach another side of me.


So deep in the night when you awake,

and it seems your whole life's at stake.

Do nothing.

Let the feeling

break your

Heart.


© Felicity Buirski 1985.

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