body above the clouds
I'm just passing you by
and my life is a collection of memories -
wander with me through these lifeless streets
the myth of tomorrow beckons us.
if only the roads never ended
and the music went on forever
only then can we say we're in love,
only then can we be sure.
I won't let this brain rot
and fill it with mindless thoughts -
is it too much to ask for everything you've got?