It's a soft,
chapped,
sensational rhythm;
I'd rather not stop,
I am insatiable.

We were all children,
after all,
we were so pure,
so very small,
we would walk
and we would crawl,
but now we're older,
so very tall.

When we were younger,
we'd always fear
feeling pain,
to feel a tear,
but nowadays
they're always here,
there is no melody
in the sobs we hear.

They're so ungrateful,
so terrible,
what must I do
to avoid these swines?

Compared
to my Fall from Heaven,
well,
that hurt far less
than falling in love
with you.

the wind blows grains of sand
hopping from the shore
before the waves swallow them whole
and the sea steals their souls.

I seldom swear
on anybody's name,
but never in vain,
as I cry to know,
for somebody's sake,
where are you?

I'm a tad too late
for one thing,
and time goes by fast
when you're older,
wiser,
and while I don't have much time,
I'm not too late
for the other.