I wake to the shadows of my broken heart and I see a silhouette up above... an image of you
It made me think of:
those cold harsh mornings we used to make our sleeping dreams become awake
When we'd dance across the park and throw our cigarette butts in the lake
those curious days and all the flashing sights
and the drugs, oh the drugs they kept us up all night
We sang and made love till the evening become dull
and we would go pig out on ice cream until we were completely full.
Those were that times I felt my most alive
But ever since then it's recurring:
Swiftly walk toward the deep end and do a 6 ft dive
I wake to the shadows of my broken heart and I see a silhouette up above... an image of you
