(no subject)
i can see the chill in the air between us.
i can feel the winter coming
we're frozen in our stares.
and we know theres a world outside
of these insults and injuries.
maybe we're just two, afraid to be one.
the autumn sets-a golden exit-
the winter is waxing.
that cold sun will shed no more warmth
into our living rooms.
where we dream our dreams,
where we wait for sleep.
maybe we'll wake up with golden wings,
and fly over the city screaming
"take me! take me!"
i woke up this morning
to the silence of falling snow.
these graces of beauty have left me so cold.
i once had a heart but hearts are like snowflakes.
one warm touch and they melt away.
maybe we'll get wings....maybe anything.
just anything to set us free.
maybe we'll wake up-a golden exit.
must we always wait for sleep?
i can feel the winter coming
we're frozen in our stares.
and we know theres a world outside
of these insults and injuries.
maybe we're just two, afraid to be one.
the autumn sets-a golden exit-
the winter is waxing.
that cold sun will shed no more warmth
into our living rooms.
where we dream our dreams,
where we wait for sleep.
maybe we'll wake up with golden wings,
and fly over the city screaming
"take me! take me!"
i woke up this morning
to the silence of falling snow.
these graces of beauty have left me so cold.
i once had a heart but hearts are like snowflakes.
one warm touch and they melt away.
maybe we'll get wings....maybe anything.
just anything to set us free.
maybe we'll wake up-a golden exit.
must we always wait for sleep?