I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

Too young to change
Too old to stay the same

No sparks, only riddle
A ceased ark, arcs kindled
In stark, on rubble
Ignited and ceased all over

Matchstick love, matched love
Likened to fire, the story told
Fondness strikes, flicked desire
Ignited and ceased all over

Torched knife, feelings scorched
Once melted, now hardened
Now breaks, once settled
Ignited and ceased

All over

I found you through wakes
Scattered out at sea
Notice! if you pulled on the brake
There'd be nothing for me to see

Let your haeart hold fast
Be the manifold of trust
And the morning of funerals
Be the mourning of weeping petals
Dont say that you're all alone
Shake it out! Just hold on!
And let one simple song
Make you feel strong
Again
Unwind the inside of love
Rewind, 'tho a bit redundant
As prophet feels careful and reluctant
For delinquent risen from a nice dream
And nothing suits me like a suit

I wish you knew
That i knew