What do you want from me? Am I not what you need? Do I have to bend my knees? I’ll hold my breath and count to three…
Your sorry eyes make me deep blue, blue like an ocean of suffering, and in it Iḿ drowning, you can’t save me anymore none can. I’m tired of struggling to get some air in my lungs, you already had it all.
Between the lines of our confusion I felt, and beneath this sorrow lies the answer we seek. So much that this haze is dark, can’t see, just feel, the desires that drove you here…
The stars in your eyes are getting numb, and without those sparks recognizing you is hard, so hard that my eyes are gritting trying to understand the windwhirl ahead me.
I can tell you how the story goes, how it has always been, but is better to run for the hills...
