Ambivalence

Cure me of my Ambivalence.

There behind the mosaic
Pattern of the stained glass,
My silhouette, so treacherously
Illuminated in the gloomy room
By the flickering candlelight.

I'm burning up.

Ambivalence!
I feel like I'm in a cage,
The key to which is only in his hands.
As you remain silent, my anxiety intensifies.
Cure me of my Ambivalence.

Cure me of my Ambivalence.

Your palm touches the glass,
The fragile barrier is ready to split.
I want to speed up this step,
But at the same time, a chilling fear
Has enveloped my heart,
which is barely beating.
And I want to escape!

Cure me of my Ambivalence.

Ambivalence!
I feel like I'm in a cage,
The key to which is only in his hands.
As you remain silent, my anxiety intensifies.
Cure me of my Ambivalence.

Ambivalence!
I feel like I'm in a cage,
The key to which is only in his hands.
As you remain silent, my anxiety intensifies.
Cure me of my Ambivalence.

Cure me of my Ambivalence.