Your direction two steps I take quietly, you lay motionless; you were asleep
Paralysed, realised, I’m so cowardly, I despise myself for being so weak
Lights appear like the wind they’ve escaped my grasp; illusion, or the real thing?
Though this silence is impossible to surpass…my song for you, I’m singing!
Mute song soundwaves under the glass
Winds of illusion and desert sands pass
Your encased tears washes over a wave
Crashing consequences, a smile I crave
Despite regrets, I leapt past like a wren
Both hands are numb from flying again
My fallen ideals paralysed the unspoken
I’ll burn my throat and drown in chlorine
Breaths of briar thorns, awake under moonlight
Silver crown impaled on frail skin and midnight
Angel blonde and devil red, cursed of needle kiss
In a castle of clandestine shadows, deserted bliss
Can you hear me sing under the hazy ocean currents?
Pulled away into the depths of an unescapable dream
Graceful curtains dancing, flimsy like a lullaby meant
I know you’re still there, calling out my name, listening
Northern lights colliding against silence underground
As you lie past the fray, where you can never be found
Faint and asleep, as time ebbs and crystallises in snow
My heart ceases to find a garden where roses never grow.
Your voice whispers my name
My silent call, falls so faint
The still past, it will not change
Time just won’t slow down…