Three lonely weeks, it’s all I ask of you.
A time to let me be; pure and free and true.
Please don’t misinterpret; I miss you more than this life.
But three lonely weeks – I need it like the blade of a knife.
A time for redemption; call it what you want.
Peaceful resurrection; I’m sorry for being blunt.
I just need to sit and think of nothing else.
What I want is stillness; an escape from your blissful spell.
All I need is three weeks; to clear my mind and my soul.
I just need to escape; I just want to see through the whole.
I am flying nowhere; it’s a land that’s not well known.
Three weeks are all I’m asking; three weeks of my own.
