Your wish is to love me
And mine's to stop.
Cause I've been longing
And it didn't cease one drop.
Build unreal feelings
While I bury my true ones.
And we both look somewhere else
But then we realise:
The night’s majestic,
The stars above shine,
They're pale to the memory
Which flicker much too high.
God, we both exist on Mars,
The war of deaf, the clash of souls.
It's an enticing paradise
Which only the two of us can walk
It's limbo, Dante called it
You run but you don't move.
And again we're chatting
The real meaning is mute.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
Your wish is to love me
And mine's to stop.
Cause I've been longing
And it didn't cease one drop.
Build unreal feelings
While I bury my true ones.
And we both look somewhere else
But then we realise:
The night’s majestic,
The stars above shine,
They're pale to the memory
Which flicker much too high.
God, we both exist on Mars,
The war of deaf, the clash of souls.
It's an enticing paradise
Which only the two of us can walk
It's limbo, Dante called it
You run but you don't move.
And again we're chatting
The real meaning is mute.