Brother-In-Love
(Johan Bengtsson)
All hope is not lost
Though my confession went on sale
The clergyman has woken
And is knocking on my grave
It is nothing unexpected
When the gold comes down the stream
Your enemy has risen
And is entering your dream
I’m not your brother
I am your lover
Call it what you want
It’s a way to survive
Seeking shelter in you comfort
I’m biding my time
A sacrifice is not free
What do you think that I gave in?
A tissue on the doorstep
Or my brother-in-law within
The weirdest situation
That happened in your house
Your lover is arisen
To bind you to our vows
I’m not your brother
I am your lover
Call it what you want
It’s a way to survive
Seeking shelter in you comfort
I’m biding my time
Is it wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted life?
Is it fatal, fatal, fatal, fatal – a lie?
Is it wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted life?
Is it fatal, fatal, fatal, fatal – a lie?
I’m not your brother
I am your lover
I’m not your brother
I am your lover
Call it what you want
It’s a way to survive
Seeking shelter in you comfort
I’m biding my time
I am your brother
Credits:
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, keyboard and programming)