You're the magic I'm the darkness I can't break the blackness I'm drinking to excess Dreaming to excess You're the magic.
The tiresome stretch forward My hand tries to grab the handle To open the door to paradise I must pick lock Or barge through Paradise isn't just for you.
You're still the magic But I see through your strategy You are trying to pick away at my hope As I try to build it up.
I'm the disaster Rubbing the belly of chaos Fondling the ears of brutality I need expectation not doubt.
My eyes see you Crying tears of despair You're still the magic With angelic hair You're still the magic That's tasting fear.
I'm sorry for the lack of silence But I need to shout out My feelings.
I think I've washed away and all that's left of me is residue A slippery silver lining Of what my sadness felt like between your toes Crunching under your steps
There are 5 steps to recovery Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in Don't breathe anymore All the stepping has stopped
And it's quiet on the ocean The waves aren't crashing into the stars The stars aren't bleeding into each other Not as long as the winds don't move
There's a film on tips of wave tops Thin and disappearing All that's left is residue