Don't go looking for an answer.
Don't stir the sitting ***.
You'll hear nothing in a murmur.
You'll see nothing in the dark.

If he wants you, he will show you.
Still my heart, be still.

There is nothing in this moment,
That won't surely show again.

So you danced the night away,
In your best black dress,
Champagne runs through your blood,
Wine roses shade your face,
And you can't help but think of him.

It's all so new.
It's young and shy.
And so are you.

But you know better.

Hoping for nothing,
And you can't help but think of him.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a memory.
How many people remember me,
in past tense?
All the lives I've entered and spoken, and laughed and seen.
The people I've dreamt of, and who have dreamt of me.

And now I'm in the present.
And I can't help but see, all the lives I've exited.
Just a face in a memory.

Imaginary pillow talk.
Do you talk to me when I'm not there?
I picture your mood.
The weight of your day washing over your face.

These trees are changing colors.
The sea is moody and unforgiving.
This constant stream of thumping.
In its strong persistence.

Imagine ten years from now.
The trees still change, the sea still stings
And the pillow talk still whispers,
Silently.

But everything's changed, and you never would have guessed.
Our imaginary dreams are only second best.

what if we could fold up the mountains,
into a small square that we keep in our pocket.
what if this barren road littered with cacti,
wasn't a bittersweet median,
between what you want and what you have.
what if it was all enough,
what if it didn't break your heart.
what if it isn't the end,
but the long- awaited start.

There's a bitter sort of beautiful,
in this recklessness.
Where the plunging river of fear,
finds its drought.
Nothing matters to your head,
nothing matters to your heart,
but it's the thirst in your soul,
that makes you whole.
It's the frigid midnight cold that keeps you bare,
It's the salty ocean water rising over your head,
that bittersweet numbness that let's you know,
You're not dead.

The candle's flicker casts shadows upon your skin,
Like warm blood, wax drips down the wick.
Your eyes spark a call within my chest,
And suddenly I forget the rest.

A ghostly belt restricts my arms,
A silent smile seals my lips,
My shaking heart weakens my knees,
My mind a buzzing hive of bees.

No matter ticking, chiming, or striking,
Time will tell that I am yours.