the silence of the night
it keeps me awake
waiting for you at my bed side
oh it makes me ache

the silence of the night
the absence of your scent
i want you at an eyesight
empty space is a torment

I'm drifting
through my dreams,
occasionally colliding
with a hint of certainty.
I'm higher than I seem,
fighting the concept
of reality as a means.
I'm lost in the sky.
I can't remember why,
but life is just easier
when I get a little high.

Sometimes I hate you
As I'm sure you hate me
But there is no hate without passion
And oh, the passion!
A passion full of permission
You do as you please
It is perfect for me
Even when it hurts
A pain full of promise
Predicting ecstatic crescendo
Until billions of tiny explosions
Transform me again
Then it's your turn
And I watch your face
Safe in your locked embrace
Breathing your scent
At home