The moonlit pavement is only a stage for two
The oaken sitting bench is meant for us from dusk
Here we remain bored, imperfectly expressed till dawn awakes us
Waiting, enchanted by an underestimation of how asleep we are
How a wasted wraith unnecessarily passing the time keeps me here
Wafting through air gently there is no pleasure in forgiving as you ask me to leave
The tumultuous storms shake emerald meads
From the island's high leads afraid of the warning sunrise
Leading to her bridge, this shore reminds me of a winsome girl
And this I cannot undo
The weight crushes me
Far from dearest friend tis' who
Reciprocates the awkwardness around you
This life, this love was all for a stage near a grey dell
Simply an act, simply a play on words
How we wait for stars upon another shore
Far from departed pleasures
Stuck in this feeling of acting spontaneously
From dusk to dawn
Dancing by the sea
Circling around the circling sands
With all faith in memory
Engraved deep beneath the wave
And we forget about today until tomorrow arrives