The spaces between the silence The absence of your presence There you stand, too tall In the crowd of my defiance
Keeping it real our heads held high Extracting the blue longing essence We build the walls staying in dark Blocks of reality cemented with distance
We shed each other like second skin In the act of withdrawing assurance Now the idol dominoes fall in synchrony In the wind of emotions with eloquence
The doors forever closed and windows jammed Locked out of endless comforting luminance While the journey lasts a clock ticks ahead Lingers the fumes ofΒ Β evocation fragrance