On that toasty July night
Both my hands, wrapped in delight
And candles ruining moonlight,
I thought of you. And the sun.

I realized there, my time was so near
While feeling no fear
And shedding no tear
The night became cool and I started to run

Loathing love. Knife to my Neck
Brought memories of her my heart won't forget
An ineffable feeling. My ship is a wreck
Upon tranquil seas... No hands are on deck

And finding, at last, the sickening truth
That bone by bone, and tooth by tooth
I can see only one side
Causing our ships to collide.
Mine: torn and tugged below the tide
As you remain.
The same.

Goodbye.