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Why is it that when the Sun goes down
All the lights in the sky don’t stay around
Well the Moon is there and wears his white clothes
And he shares her light that much he knows

And why is it that the Sun returns to the sky
But the foolish Moon decides some nights to hide
The Sun never fails to shine her light on the earth
So why does the Moon chose to hide from her

Well the Sun never sets it just shines elsewhere
But it’s true that the Moon might just disappear
And the Sun won’t complain she’ll just lend him her light
So if he comes out he can shine bright at night

Yes it’s true that the Moon wears pure white clothes
For the Sun cleans them well so that he can show
How much he loves life even if he is scared
So he shows her his love and the life he’s prepared

Now the Moon has stepped up, he shines bright all month long
And all because he lives off her sweet song
Her rays warm him all through the day and the night
And he vows to forever be her true satellite
Sometimes I forget what you look like
And it scares the hell out of me
Other times I remember your smell, and nothing else
But no matter what, and without fail, I think about you daily

A girl of hope
A woman of beauty
A lady of love

Sometimes I remember things that I shouldn't
Small things of little consequence
Like when you lent me your pencil because mine had run dull
And you told me to keep it after

Other times I remember things I wish I wouldn't
Like when I told you, ''No,'' and said I had no interest
For I was simply too scared of you--scared of how amazing you were;
I paled in comparison

But no matter what, every night, I wish I had spoken sooner
I didn't know that you were oblivious
This was never a game to me: the prize was too precious
I should have taken the chance

Then I'd find hope
Then I'd find beauty
Then I'd find love
I'm not over you
Not yet
Maybe never

Is that really that bad?
If it wasn't for the black and white lines on my face today
Then maybe I would be a different me
But now the contrast of the Lights and Shadows twists my face askew
You will learn it all: the Old and the New
And though I'm talking now, my tongue won't move because it's far too numb
The words you say to me will never be wrong

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am trying to rip out the mattress
But the seams won't split because my fingertips are far too soft

If I had known the quake beneath us was the Earth's heartbeat
Then maybe I would think differently
And as I take you on the dance floor, gliding through this masquerade;
I will be there, so don't be afraid
And just like horses who are tired and who lay in beds of hay
We have made it through another tiring day

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am trying to rip out the mattress
But the seams won't split because my fingertips are far too soft

And despite the dust upon my feet, I walk along the hall
You have been there and seen it all
And even though dark things have passed, you flash a brilliant smile
I sigh with relief for it has been awhile
And now we're whispering to each other secrets we will keep
We both grow tired and try to fall asleep

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am ripping out the mattress
And the seams all split because my fingertips are not so soft

And you are in the fourposter of my room
And you are falling with me again
You are trying to seal up the mattress
Because the seams have split and you want to sleep in a bed so soft
Now that time has unwinded
We're songs that are lost in the wind
And even though we're constantly reminded, we'll
Make our way back to them

So just take my hand, take my hand
I promise
That if you take my hand, take my hand we will
Find another land, no demands
I promise
That somehow we will be okay

We run through life with scratches and bruises
As our friends peel back their thin skin
The one who never tries is the one who loses
And even though we know it's there we can't begin again

So just take my hand, take my hand
I promise
That if you take my hand, take my hand we will
Find another land, another land
I promise you
That this is where we will begin

An empty casket lies upon the table
You look inside, there's nothing but a pen
And a single sheet of bright white paper
Left for you to write your memoirs to your best friend

But she has passed on, this is the song
You promised her
And it had better be worth every single word
But we're finally here, you are a dear
I promised you this
And we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend

We can fin'lly see eternity, my friend
Oh, we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend
Rae
My heart becomes
The beating drum
And I hear your Song
I see your trail
It’s light; it’s frail
And it leads into the wood

You laugh, you smile;
Though your life is a trial
And now I follow you
I’ll always stay true
My soul’s an empty blue:
It’s broke

Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel

Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you

And now I see
The line of trees
And I feel the breeze
The path: it turns
My choices burn
An echo of my past

The black is near,
For now I fear
That your trail has fin'lly faded
And now I’ve become the hated
What was once infatuated,
Is lost

Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel

Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you

Now time beats on
The dark is wrong
And I long for the dawn
My chains are cold
And I’m growing old
I need them to break

You have the key
But you won’t free me
And now I am fin'lly dying
And what’s worse: I won’t stop crying
So why can’t you just stop lying?
You care

Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel

Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you

Living in borrowed blood
Walking on borrowed laughs
Wading on through the flood, I feel...

...I’m following borrowed hope
Wandering down a *****
As long as I find you,
As long as I find you,

As long as you find me
The shirt you gave me for Christmas still smells like you

I'm in agony
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