Holes in the River

I wonder... if every time I dream of you,
you also dream of me.
If you can feel the longing with which I stare at your dark hair,
my fingers reaching out to touch it...
but it's never really there.

I wish... that you were meant for me,
you angel of pure light.
But my broken self is unworthy,
of something so beautiful,
I have to fight against my darkness,
fight against your pull.

I sing... if only you could hear my cry,
but my sorrow is silence itself.
And once again I'm hiding,
from your gorgeous, dusty eyes,
I don't want to ruin you,
to consume you with my lies.

Your heart... like a cup of pure water,
I cannot touch it, cannot sip,
temptation in it's simplest form,
I only want the tiniest drink,
from the goblet that is you,
but I have no choice but to sink.

Cruelty... whoever made you is full of,
to give the world such beauty,
someone who draws me so,
who calls to me with every breath,
my hands...my body moves for you,
I am yours till death.

Hiding... in the shadows still,
following your life,
because even though I want you,
I am scared of myself,
that my darkness will consume you...
and there'll be nobody else.

Calling... is my soul, for you,
reaching out to touch you're face,
wanting you to hold me as I'm,
embracing your pure light,
your heat filling me like fire,
I don't have the will to fight.

Melting... into your red mouth,
a smiling pit of sorrow,
for I realize you've dissappeared,
the lies are mixed up with what is true,
consumed by the river's holes,
I have no choice but to follow you.