The man I love is broken,
my dark secret in the open,
all of me is now
revealed.
Broken stars on a crimson sky
I walked on glass bright as light
towards a shadow I couldn't deny
was a lie.
Fate decreed, I hurt my feet,
and waking up I felt relieved
under the noon time sun
my madness would ebb
and I would set free.
This yearning then
wouldn't leave me trembling
and glowing eyes in the dark
wouldn't make me retreat.
Yet there I go,
the same room again
where windows stand tall,
and he with them,
in moving shadows,
my broken man,
bends his head and stretches his hand
and I stand still,
watching all of this,
while I'm asleep.