Lovers Loving LoveThis feeling transcends basic needsany more of this and I might forget to breathSleep is eluding me, how am I to get restwithout you next to me, us two abreast?Feeding myself is something of the pastnow I just water this, so that it may last.there isn't enough water to fill this boywith all the tears I've cried in simple joybecause you love me, and I love theeand we love, we dare, the love we share
Singing About...I was never in a bandwell I played in an orchestra oncebut I don't really think that countsIt's not like I really sungNot in any choirsWell I did rhythms as a kidThough that's not the sameAs the way I sing to myselfI'm singing about songsand I'm singing about singingI'm singing 'bout the things that are wrongand those who are rightand those who just come alongI'm singing about songsI'm in love nowand I've been again and againBut I'm good at getting over myselfI like to think that they knowThat I still love just as muchJust the falling that stoppedIt's in the way I sing to themI'm singing about songsand I'm singing about singingI'm singing 'bout the things that are wrongand those who are rightand those who just come alongI'm singing about songsI sung you a songthe lyrics were my feelingsthe melody my hearts beatIn that simple tuneI put everything I couldWent all in with no returnand came out as a new weI'm singing about songsand I'm singing about singi
Without Your BreathingI know that you're sleepingfeeling the warmth from you skinjust the smell makes me weakbut I don't dare wake you nowAnd I would give youanything you point atbut only when you don't heardare I say soI can't even walkwithout your air in my lungsI can't even standwhen you're not lookingand transparently grayI'll bewithout your breathingMy watch has stoppedunder your eyelidsdreams flutter byinside you're feather-light and whiteAnd without a soundmy heart in your handhave I lost my languageit's stuck in your hairI can't even walkwithout your air in my lungsI can't even standwhen you're not lookingand colorless like tearsI'll bewithout your breathingI can't even walkwithout your air in my lungsI can't even standwhen you're not lookingand transparently graywhat would I bewithout your breathingWhat would I bewithout your breathing
I End UpI don't talk to myselfall the time,just most of itBecause I'm the only onethat will listenThere's just me,and then there's youYou're nothinglike the rest,for if I stoppedtalking to themit'd be their loss.But with youit would beall lost to me.
A Sisters PlightI wasn't what you wantedbut what you neededNow I'm just mebut I've got what I needHe's what you wantbut not what you needHe says just how it isbut love is blind and deafHe who is what you wantand also what you needThough he's hardly realdistance being the meanLove is hardly ever fairand when it is, it isn'tLove is very rarely stableshould it be, what would it be?Don't go chasing fairnessif you've found happinessIgnore the illusion of stabilityif it makes you unstable
The We and the Jet-LagAs I wake upYou might fall asleepAlmost as if we'reswitching placesDivided by the cruelhands of fatebut I don'tbelieve in themI have no faithin destinyJust impossible chanceamong infinite possibilitiesBut I'll keep us togetherno matter whatAnd with your helpit's easy said as doneI'll be your knightbut the horse tooYou'll guide my pathas I stand for youDivided by a seaso vast and deepAnd by the hoursthat jet-lag me behindI have no carefor the earths rotationDawn or eveningit's just time passingEvery strike of twelvebe it mid day or nightIt's just one lessuntil we can hold handsI wish I could changethe 'tick's and 'tock's of clocksTo align themselveswith our hearts pumping bloodWhat is time could just beas in sync as weFor you're always with mebut we are...Divided by the cruelhands of fatebut I don'tbelieve in themI have no faithin destinyJust impossible chanceamong infinite possibilitiesbut we are.. you and meWe are apartWe are dividedB
Self-In-DestructibleI have decided to dieby suicideI will by my own handstake my lifeAnd weapon of choiceis life itselfI live fully now thatlife's my knifeMy grip a frantic calmon a twilit dawn
Repeat, Return, RewardAgain.a gainAgain.a gainand I don't know which is worseThat I learned nothing from my failureor that I imagine myself profiting from it."This", but what is this?a mistake, of that I'm sureMiss-Take, both by figures,and to the letter, true.I missed, and not just the pointbut also the target I was aiming forAnd take, well I sure took,to quench an unending hungerI took everything within my grasp.it's not lost on any partThat I regret "nothing",and that I regret most prominently.But it, no "that", has and willnever grant me restI would ask, no beg, forgiveness,if there was any for what I've doneBut there is none, for in the face of everything,apathetically, I turn away and do nothingI do "that", I do a no-thing, not a thing.
Backtracked SoundgroundIn the rare times of silence,there is still a sound.There is background noise.It'll never let me be lonely,even when I'm the most alone.In the rare times of silence,there is still a sound.It's there when I'm alone.When I think thoughts of old,that depress me deep inside.Its an echo of your voice,saying "I love you".You're the background static,of my existence.Sometimes but a whisper,a murmur, Then!A symphony,a roaring storm,a tranquil wind,a lesser evil,for a greater good.In the rare times of silence,your voice never leaves.It's all I've got for now.Alongside the ever-rose,that I carry around my neck.That I can't hold you yetis a price I gladly pay.This wait will make the futuresweeter than the salted seasthat drown the bad parts of the past.