the days have been silent
the nights grown longer
the mornings are murk
the afternoon sears
as days are as dragging as nights

out the window the colors are dull
but in this room no color appears
and in these thoughts are cages
the rooms sound way better than
where am i now

my own consciousness hinders me
my own consciousness hinders me

never have I thought
that I would want
to see that side of you.

but you knew what I meant
when I said I love you
so why tell me parallel lines
will eventually meet

She was high in the clouds
I was down on the ground
out of reach

dreamt one night
She's here with me
next days comes

and I was right
she was out of sight