Impossibilities in my head,
Truths in my hand,
I walk alone in the desert,
Your memories like the sand,
Flow all the way,
Through the masquerade.
Days and months, crammed in my head,
The shards fall through my hands,
As I remember,
Your eyes like the shimmering sun,
I’m lost somewhere,
Deep inside my charade,
As the fragments slip by,
I’m lost inside your eyes,
Images and words,
I’d breathe in the past,
And as the ocean overruns,
All my bridges back to you,
I’ll stare into the silence,
Tonight I won’t last,
Without you,
Without you.
The theater of my dreams,
Echoing empty feelings,
Stranger things have happened,
Still I can never walk free,
Pretending,
You never happened,
The crimson tide flows,
Colorlessly through my eyes,
I may be the one to blame,
But this is all too much,
To take in,
And the cuts only deepen.
As the fragments slip by,
I’m lost inside your eyes,
Images and words,
I’d breathe in the past,
And as the ocean overruns,
All my bridges back to you,
I’ll stare into the silence,
Tonight I won’t last,
Without you, Without you.