You are my floating hope of a last dream and the one bullet final shot at love or suicide
You are the perfect dream to save the last of my days and I'm just a dream away from dying
You are everything I've lost to love and every word I've prayed to find it once again
And in all the world of excuses and doubts and fears I cannot find one large enough to hide behind
And I find myself standing naked and exposed and the feeling that this isn't me but somehow this is the way I'm suppose to be
And maybe its all bad timing or simple coincidence or maybe it is my last rites of fate
And I don't know if I'm falling up or burning down and my hands tremble everytime my heart beats out your name and its not that I doubt the way I feel because its a feeling I know all too well and it comes from the burning flight of butterflies and the deep echo laughter of madmen wearing hats and its the crown on the head of the queen of the blind that leads fools to their last kingdom of paradise and love
And yet I can't help but feel to reveal the truth will only cause the suicide of love