The whisper of a kiss
The promise of the rain
The language of the leaves
The secret of Saturns moons
Who are we now...
The dreamer or the dream
The lips or the sting
The flood or the drought
What are we now...
The hammer or the nail or the air inbetween or the moment
before the fall
That penetrates us all
Where do we go...
After the sky betrays our prayers
No heaven to save us or
no hell for us to tread
Nothing but a meaningless death
After a life of pretending to live
How do we repent for the things
we don't regret
For the lives that we enjoyed
For the pleasures that we shared
For the lust and sin we've
sewn into our souls
Why...
Listen for the whisper of a kiss
or wait for the promise of the rain
Translate the language of the leaves
or walk the moons of Saturn
Be the dreamer of a dream
dreaming of lips that leave a sting
That becomes a hammer
turning into a nail
That binds us to
the moment
of the
fall
As
we find
ourselves in
The endless oceans of love
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
The whisper of a kiss
The promise of the rain
The language of the leaves
The secret of Saturns moons
Who are we now...
The dreamer or the dream
The lips or the sting
The flood or the drought
What are we now...
The hammer or the nail or the air inbetween or the moment
before the fall
That penetrates us all
Where do we go...
After the sky betrays our prayers
No heaven to save us or
no hell for us to tread
Nothing but a meaningless death
After a life of pretending to live
How do we repent for the things
we don't regret
For the lives that we enjoyed
For the pleasures that we shared
For the lust and sin we've
sewn into our souls
Why...
Listen for the whisper of a kiss
or wait for the promise of the rain
Translate the language of the leaves
or walk the moons of Saturn
Be the dreamer of a dream
dreaming of lips that leave a sting
That becomes a hammer
turning into a nail
That binds us to
the moment
of the
fall
As
we find
ourselves in
The endless oceans of love
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