Apr 11, 2006 21:08
thoughtless whispers of a tired child
words of others coming from your mouth
(the light comes through and hits my eyes
the reflection only shows images of you
and as i wake they only become more clear
i begin to breathe to bring the life you give me back to my heart
for my dreams of you can only carry me so far, for i have kissed your lips.
and in those moments i felt the light of the heavens shine upon us
for the angels stare in awe of love that defines existence
now cracks from your heart start to ache as it picks up its pace
and we begin to pull away for fear becomes our master
quickly we reach for one anothers hands finding tranqulity
never let the scars of time cover over the love we have and will share)
(heartbeats racing and our hands held tight, our breathing could not be slowed
as thoughts of fairytale lovers paced through our heads
the seconds left between goodbyes and broken hearts
are like fleeting glimpses of war like truths
and there are no questions to the moments are lips were synchronized
with a fading breath i watch your headlights pull away
drifting to the quiet place in my mind as you tail lights fade
this neighborhood fades in the shadows as you fade out passed my eyes)
(so this keep this whisper inside out hearts, and follow through with lips so smooth.
never finding the the second that will lead us through all the doubt and all the pain.
come on now and with hands raise, sing along to this true love praise)
(how about me and you
am i lost in your eyes again or is this heaven
the scars suggest otherwise but everything loses focus
as the smoke from my mouth puts up a distorting wall
you breathe it all in to bring our lips closer
my heart drops as your lungs take the sacrifice
the truth is told through whispers as we gasp for air
memories slip away to become nothing more then a forgotten life )
(i don't care about this conflicting story about why i should not love you anymore.
because holding your hand was the best thing i've ever done.
so follow through with your lips for this kiss.
just wanting to say goodbye but it runs too long.
now i can't hold back)
(wasting my best lines on the titles for the poems i have to write for my dreams of you. thoughts conflicting with the way to act towards you. seeing reflections of burst effects reflecting off my window as your finger pushes down on the button, and with a click i worry that your photographs will reveal to much. visions of you start to come into focus but only when you walk away.)