Time's perfection-lost
That's why in true perfection...
We often get so
used to ourselves we forget...
Beautiful songs turn
ugly...
I trust you.
Only and only you...
I want to come to you.
I want to come to you...
I put aside my visions and fantasies
and stand back to see...
I walk on embers of a past that lives on
to walk close to shores to cool my feet...
This makes no sense.
What is this sound...
The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...
When it feels unbearable
That's when you write...
The lights are mellow and light,
I'm beginning to see you at night...
They're truly close but
they never reach out or say...