I want to be the one
that talks to you on the phone for hours...
Perfection was a myth and tale
in which we didn't trust...
I am dizzy for awhile
And even more confused when I realize...
I closed my eyes for just a second
I imagined us together...
If through to the end
I was to decide this thing...
You make me feel real
you make me feel alive...
Retire the bedding
Of silk and crimson...
I leave the carnival alone that we toured through...
I feel that when it must move on these summer...
In the evening
On a night not unlike this...
A lonely miner carries against his skin
The only gem he's ever found...
My heart jumps in sport, as to get to you
Chanting it's thunder, and echoes ensue...
My head goes light as she speaks to me.
she is my friend and crush from afar...