The thing I'm best at is getting lost,
by disregarding the cost
of loving relentlessly.
Reckless naivety
is me, you see.

I'm stumbling here, going there,
hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
Just in case it would cure this blue.

But you are just nowhere near.
I'm left alone here, fighting despair.
Stuck in cliche, torn by inner conflict.
Hoping for release, like a doomed convict.

And whenever I see anyone remotely similar to you,
I think: "Could it be true? Is that really you?"
But it's just wishful thinking.
And then I realize I'm sinking
deep,
deep
down.

Down where you can't be found.

Down where even a desperate heart
doesn't make a sound.

Down where I can't hear
your shimmering voice
trough all the noise
of circumstance.

Is this called sadness,
or is it madness?

To find comfort in the rain.

To seek the source of your pain,
wanting to feel the heavy strain.

To look for meaning in misery,
not being able to let it be.

And where did my dignity go?
It must have flown right out the window...

Hollow and awake.

The numbness of the clouds
as after a great rain,
relieves me of pain.

Like the calmness of the cattle
before slaughter.

Or the comfort of red rivers
flowing into hot water.

Ah, numbness! My friend!
We meet again!

Do your eyes follow the stream?
I know, I heard your silent scream.

Even though you secretly thought
that nobody would.

That none would do everything
that they could
to do you good.

There is something about your eyes,
that makes me think of you as the ultimate prize.
Like the heavens in disguise.

Beautiful and fierce,
the way they pierce my soul
and leaves it warm,
yet so very cold.

It´s hard to be brave and bold,
when you look at me so innocently,
and those emeralds of your's trap me perfectly.

Oh! How I love that gaze!

Despite it turning
my mind into a maze,
with its invisible rays.

Is this too much praise?

Whatever I do, I miss you.
I just want to kiss you!

Tell me:  
How can a giver alter a river
to flow both ways?

While he's dazed, crazed
and his heart is ablaze?