Hoping the sky would make me up...
have me last...

You are everywhere,
on the lifeless nights where I wonder...

You hoped you would reach me,
to tell me that you could not...

I've never felt the vocals of love....
half of Rome is in midday motion...

You held your heart to my chest
so I would remember the pound...

When I can no longer feel
the spirit of the sun.....he frees my soul...

To have you here [at last]
is my heart's truest desire...

The way you say nothing into your cellphone and...
overwhelmed...

The air moves me up
while I push myself back down...

I see headstrong summits arise
from the dabbling rock...

I wish you could walk with me now
but you are cities away...

She flows from June-
the reflections of the sun...