I left my mind on too long and now the image is burned onto my eyes
A bow driving by, pushing the universe out of its way, across the strings
The violin breathes and weeps in its sweet silent worship
It's all I see in my hands and my scars.
The beauty of the rain gently rides across the window, strutting smoothly
And everything blurs itself across a silver screen, speckled with red
And gold, etched with liquid-carved gray, as the lights hover and stare
The sun shows behind the fire, red like Japan.
Salt falls down my face, leaving a scar in itself down my bones
And the blood in my teeth just add to the chorus in the mirror
The splash on the floor below me, catastrophe, exploding in a cymbal crash
And the colors flood through my soul.
I have tried so hard not to think of the euphoria of being with you
Tried not to think of every drug we did to make things more beautiful
But I realize the delusion of smeared frost is the alcohol, and the tears...
They are the pills, they are the numb.
A silence in her voice, almost a whisper, echoing inside my spine
A bit of hair torn from my unresponsive scalp, reassuring the loss of my sanity
I've found true euphoria, true sanctuary from pain, and the coldness of life
It's all here in the fibers of this bow.