It's all these moon dreams, autumn leaves, and piano things
It's wearing my heart in your eyes, and kissing your smile as time flies
As we dream-walk into a love story and waltz past four seasons
As we melt into the absence of light and this midnight mood
You free me from my encounters with me.
The light requiem of youth is broken heavy with our sense
And a Spanish rhapsody composed by a raindrop's crescendo plays on my window
The sound envelopes my ear and gently massages a velvet sky's persuasion
Unto which my eyes collide with yours and sabotage any wink of sleep
A window of memories spent on rainy days glistens.
A Sunday morning sonata figures the cosmos
As I push the dimension through the revolving door of a sacred breath
Climbing the stairway to a mutual stupor of nirvana
A preemptive strike of melody is almost unrecognizable in the de ja vu of eternity
I'm caught in the metropolis of nonexistence and omniscient pleasure.
Your hand still molds itself in mine
We absorb the medley of a porcelain sparkle
And taste an acoustic candlelight in fear of the darkness
Sleeping to dream on the edge of a lullaby
Yet forever awake in a sanctuary of a neon echo.
