Let's tie the sea in one knot...
Let's bring the chaos out of our mind.
Let's hold hands until we die.
Let's all pray for one last sunshine.
Let's tie the sea in one knot.

Be kind, don't hurt, they said.
Don't hurt? Or don't get hurt?

Tell me what I lack,
And the ways to make it up.

How to stop hurting?
How to stop the wreck from lurking?

How to make the fish stay silent out of water?
How to stop writing a letter I never intended?

How to stop trying to run the finish line before it's earned?
How to stop yourself from falling into a black hole holding all your scars?

What I lack is what I want.
How to stop being kind and not hurt all?
How to stop all the facade?
How to make it all stop?

He's the darkness himself, and I need to stay on the good side.
I am friends with angels, can't betray them,
can't break the promises I made
for one moment of blaze,
can't jump in the hell
for one glance of heavens down the way.

Love was made to heal, not burn whatever comes its way.
How can I turn a blind eye and not see
the crying angels and the mourning demons?

Still... I need to stay
on the good side,
any side that's not your side.

"I wanna be the last hues of your sunset
The last birds that reach your nest
The last clouds that cover your rainbow before it ends
The last breeze that blows through your hair
The last ring that stays stuck in your thumb
The last necklace that kisses your neck
The last shoes that take you home

I wanna be the last goodnight text before you sleep tight
I wanna be the last stars that shine their light on your bed
I wanna be your last footprints on the sand
I wanna be the last wave that embraces them
I wanna be the last mirror that glances at your face

I wanna be your last home
Your only home
Your last everything..."

His voice is like a violin,
Hitting all the right notes,
Playing with my heartstrings,
Putting me in a trance,
Holding my breath as tight as the violinist holds tight,
The one entity making his whole identity.

How can you make me cry with no tears?
Yet put me to sleep like I never cried.
Nobody believed when I said,
"You are a magician, and I'm under your spell."

I can't see through you.
My gaze gets stuck somewhere
In a thick blind
Between your eyes and soul
'Cause the door is closed,
Shut tight
With the glue of old hurt.

I don't see through you.
I see you,
As you,
Even if you don't open the door,
Don't let me in.
It's still a door I'll wait outside of,
Even in the coldest nights,
Snowy days,
In rain storms,
Sunny Sundays.
I'll wait,
Even if it takes another eternity,
Even if it makes me tired and my eyes blurry.
I'll still wait
For another miracle
To open up your heavenly gates.