When I die it will be...
in dawn's early waking...

I have no choice
Because you are not me...

The days fast forward,
nights sleepless in slow-mo...

Love takes our hand,
leads us toward our final destination...

Sharp blue skies
with gold steitches...

Didn't you know
just settled in my skin...

It's not clear.
Stitched lips don't part...

Wishing
is a dream inside a dream...