The stream goes up, the tears come down.
The fears they clump, they shake and drown.
But thrill uplifts, it wakes and sticks.
For if time could, stay, still, today.
One moment we sway, another we slay.
The road is made, with pain it shall fade.
We choose, we lose, we cruise, we abuse.
The feelings of truth could they lie to you?
O, sweet friend, just keep your hue.
Blue, the colour of you.
Blue, the time to undo.
Blue, the life that you move.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The stream goes up, the tears come down.
The fears they clump, they shake and drown.
But thrill uplifts, it wakes and sticks.
For if time could, stay, still, today.
One moment we sway, another we slay.
The road is made, with pain it shall fade.
We choose, we lose, we cruise, we abuse.
The feelings of truth could they lie to you?
O, sweet friend, just keep your hue.
Blue, the colour of you.
Blue, the time to undo.
Blue, the life that you move.
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