Maybe it is me Actually it is me You are quite the dream
Truth is a burden Heavy sets the beating heart Even on that day
Beating hearts and a falling start Recreate the scenes of us falling apart Incandescent lights Disrupt the flame Giving off a new sort of spark Effectively entrapped in an entangled waltz Spiraling into the wall
Indescribably
Beaten and battered by frivolous exchange Understandably we're upset Reacting not acting Nevertheless we swing
Lightning flashing Inside the mind between the hearts Grasping what we understand Hoping for the rest Truly serene
Truth may be a burden Hardly to fallen stars Enticed to try again
Wishing for a chance A way to find the end Yet I'll I hope we'll never see