It is not happy, because it shouldn't be... It is not sad, because it can't be... It is just kind. And your melody makes me cry. But my heart does not fill sadness. It fills with an uncontrollable necessity to kiss you. Quarantine... I guess.
We stole our melodies from the birds. And your eyes from the sun. We are thieves. Our beat comes from the sea. And the breath from the wind. We are thieves. Our bones are made of galaxies. And the teeth of pure sand. We are thieves. You are... you were. I am... you were.
I know is absurd. But my soul is sore and my eyes are blurred. I am tired of the fight. Falling in deep space without any try. One phrase after the other. Rhyme after rhyme. I live in hell and the rain make me cry.
I fell in love with a star. And as sad as it sounds. She still visits me every night. To hold and kiss at the dying light. To love and dream with no bounds.