There's coldness all around me Everything is so far away Light years of empty space Between you and me And I'm burning up my soul Just to feel a little warmer Burning up my soul So you might see me from over there Might see the flickering fire Of my broken soul I'm losing myself I'm drowning All alone in the middle of an ocean of coldness I'm losing But I don't care no more So I pour another glass of gasoline Into my burning soul
There you are knocking at my heart, I don't know when it started Maybe centuries or was it yesterday? Unknowingly I was being coloured by you. I am unaware of my first wish but now my time flows through you.
There you are knocking at my heart, I am already afraid of the cold days without you. Are you a dream? Maybe a mirage? Because like a lie I am clinging to you.
There's this book in my hands, it's cold, even the ending is sad. I am not insane to smile or read to a sad story. But strangely, I keep opening you up.
I keep reading it page by page, like I would touch the moon. In between the visible lines like there's a secret prayer just for me.
Now I am weeping willow, but I can't close it. Even though this story is like the thousand others, But I secretly keep wishing to the broken stars and dried wishing well, Maybe this one will end differently.
The greater the revelation the deeper the mystery The closer to the light the dimmer and further it is But compelled and captive, propelled not by will Accelerating into the void, a star amongst many Each and all inexorably to be our very own Destiny
There's just something romantic about cornfields and 3am Maybe it’s just the optimist inside of me But the stars are shining so bright tonight, don’t you think? They are so bright, the sky is so clear, and I can feel your hand pressed against my side, attached like a name Maybe you’re afraid of the cold too
It was cloudy, the light on the edge of the horizon Polluting the stars, they weren’t that bright I feel you pull my body away from me It’s so strange to feel warm, to feel anything You embrace the cold
I cannot save you anymore than I can avoid becoming The same sky I stare at
The breeze dances across my stomach as you bring me closer Eyes staring into a cold sky As you listen to me ramble on About where the big dipper should be If the stars were bright enough to see it
Eyes of the stars are on the wings of the fireflies. Guess who is marching in the moonlit night? The moon rows down on to the river.
Has the Huri squeezed out of the gem packed tight door of paradise? Basked out on the gripping bank of the Sal Sabila River, only to spill a heady perfume drop down on the stunned awestruck silhouetted night?
The eve has long gone far to wear a khol of this mesmeric shady contour! No one, not even you will want to miss the peak. Where it all begins with the tuberoses riding the wind.