Tell me, what is it like?
To wash away the remnants
Of Camelot's virtue for a heavy price.
I wonder sometimes,
How does it feel?
To know eternity
Really did't last as long as your valor.
Your voice was the mockingbird
Bringing me out of Neverland,
Day after exhausting day.
Omnipresent-that's what you were,
Yet you seemed fated to fade.
Regressing into that distant,
Bittersweet, wine and vinegar taste,
Of a divine memory, struggling for a place in reality.
Sometime we have to let it go,
Just to know how infatuation feels.
That instant connection
Burning through the telephone wires,
And held together
By an invisible,
Fragile strand of barb wire.
I'd tell you to cut these ties,
Slicing the metal cables right to the bone;
Yet if it breaks, and we let it out,
Well then I guess w'll all fall down.
You're so far away,
And I'm so simple minded,
How could this still be right?
I guess I'll just write it off:
Wrong time,
Right connection.
A butterfly kiss and slow dance
Are still waiting for you to claim at check in,
I just wish this was going to be the right stop,
And that my mind wasn't in chaos.
But mostly, I wish you were still the same.
