You are irrelevant to perfection
Correction, you are completely irrelevant to perfection
And the conception of myself holding your rugged hand
and walking freely by the ocean, wth my toes lingering in the sand
while listening to the perpetuating hush of the ocean's waves
is what my mind and heart secretly craves
Maybe your the one to save me from melting
from sweltering in the blazing sun's rays
Maybe you'd capture the moon and put an end to my dying days
The crisp air from the lunar twilight would compel me
It's almost like a glorious spell that would one day set me free
But I can't handle the frost, and the spark of your icy eyes
Cold like hell but so beautifully blue i can't help but be mesmerized
They resemble the once so majestic skies that lied behind the ocean
with the waves rising and falling in a strict perpetual motion