Lost the thought
Lost the touch
I guess words don't work anymore.
No more classic romanticism
All we have is empty space
And we're letting the night soften
As we piece ourselves together and
My only friend is vertigo
Or a wandering shooting star
But when all is gone I have a heart
And I'm a carousel all through
Whirl off into my head so sombre.
So hold me
As we tumble down
And meet my carousel end.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Lost the thought
Lost the touch
I guess words don't work anymore.
No more classic romanticism
All we have is empty space
And we're letting the night soften
As we piece ourselves together and
My only friend is vertigo
Or a wandering shooting star
But when all is gone I have a heart
And I'm a carousel all through
Whirl off into my head so sombre.
So hold me
As we tumble down
And meet my carousel end.
If you seek the meaning, read the last letter of every line.
