Your lips are moving,
But I can't hear you,
A barrier seperates us,
And it kills,
To see the way you smile,
And to miss your voice,
The way you walk,
It's entrancing,
But I can't even hear,
Your simple melodies
They're locked away,
From what is within reach.
It's a struggle,
It's a fight,
It's a pity,
And It's dark,
It's wet and it's hot.
It's sad and it's cold.
But most of all it's alone.
And it's where I am now,
Left deaf by a cruel, cruel world.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 2:22 PM UTC
Your lips are moving,
But I can't hear you,
A barrier seperates us,
And it kills,
To see the way you smile,
And to miss your voice,
The way you walk,
It's entrancing,
But I can't even hear,
Your simple melodies
They're locked away,
From what is within reach.
It's a struggle,
It's a fight,
It's a pity,
And It's dark,
It's wet and it's hot.
It's sad and it's cold.
But most of all it's alone.
And it's where I am now,
Left deaf by a cruel, cruel world.
- From Birds Flying Into The Eclipse Of Mars
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