The moon's music sings out in the dead of night
When we sit there, quiet, basking in the glow
A look, exchanged, shares something new
Her heart is fluttering with the thought of neglect
The thunderstorm in his eyes tells of a deeper plan
She often wonders what he thinks
He always know exactly what shouldn't be done
They mix and mingle as ripples in a pond
Single stone's throw to disrupt the placidity
Tempers flare and emotions explode
A fight of epic measures and a battle from the horsemen
What will come of the disgruntled relationship?
Only he, in disregard for logic, will control it
Otherwise she will fall and have none to catch her
Deep into the abyss they created in separation
Together, filled, with fluid, electric emotion
That is all how the fights do go
Down and down until they're back up again
Much like the phoenix they rebirth
Into each other and nothing is different
Not at all, not for the last breath of the world.
