If I'm to believe in a higher power,
then every second feels like an hour.
When it's spent away from you,
heaven seems plastic and untrue.
But if Gods are a delusion,
then you'll pardon my intrusion.
There's no plan, no we, no "one".
Without love, my soul is gone.
Yet, if this cosmos was designed,
there is a port I have to find.
But if it's simply chemistry and dice,
then my heart can live on ice.
Wake me up when we can travel in time,
when we can turn our blood to wine.
And if you could be mine,
that would be divine.
Is there a God?
I don't know, I haven't met you.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
If I'm to believe in a higher power,
then every second feels like an hour.
When it's spent away from you,
heaven seems plastic and untrue.
But if Gods are a delusion,
then you'll pardon my intrusion.
There's no plan, no we, no "one".
Without love, my soul is gone.
Yet, if this cosmos was designed,
there is a port I have to find.
But if it's simply chemistry and dice,
then my heart can live on ice.
Wake me up when we can travel in time,
when we can turn our blood to wine.
And if you could be mine,
that would be divine.
Is there a God?
I don't know, I haven't met you.
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