It wasn't the lack of light, it was the intensity.
Our souls merged and it got so bright to the point I started losing sight of what you meant to me.
I needed space so I closed my eyes and went inside but never wanted you to leave.
Still I feel your presence but I also can feel you slowly fading away from me...

How can there be any real inner vision if you're afraid to be in the dark to let your mind shine like a prism?

Past the skin I've caught glimpses of your soul
From the things that you've done to what you still do
I just wanted you to know
I see you

Calm was the bluest of waters held back behind her glass.
With just a few words spoken that glass began to crack.
As if the highest note was reached from the lungs of a singer of opera,
the glass broke completely and I couldn't even stop her.
The water rushed and I held her close,
becoming the destroyer and her comforter; somehow I still mean the most.

One to twelve, one to twelve,
clocks on the wall, one to twelve.
Circle circles, cycle cycles,
chains of time on the mind, stuck in this hell.
Back into the light, you've came here so many times;
deja vu flashes clues yet you still can't tell,
how we used to be able to reach thirteen but they've got us stuck in this cycle of one to twelve.

Lidless to the darkness,
stretching it with both hands I
stick my head right inside with eyes open wide seeing it all.
You call it crazy, I call it spiritual.
See, there's an invisible world right in front of our faces yet most don't even know,
or is skin and bones really all that we are?
Does your bare feet not tingle in blades of tall grass, does your heart not quake when you look up into space and witness shooting stars?
It's more than just the sight, my purest of thoughts carry light piercing far beyond the limits of these lowly earthly eyes.
Everything is X-rayed and magnified the more one continues to stay connected to the most high.

See the problem is we always think we have time,
so before the sun descends and the moon arrives
I tell you I love you before I shut my eyes at night.
Oh darling, heaven only knows how much breath we have left inside.
No matter where it is we stand, this I'll always say...
before I run out of time, before it's too late.