Floating
Just thinking to think and breathing to breath, but I can't understand what any of it means. I'm lost in this dream that I can't understand and that I'm oblivious to whatevers at hand. Lost in a nightmare, lost in a dream, lost in whats not as it seems. You pull me to safety, you drop me off ship... you let me lose touch you let me stop... you let me quit. I tried to hold on; to show that I care but regardless you doubt that I'm there.
It's so hard to bare all of what I think isnt there and all that is there that could be gone. It's like the soft sound of the snow hitting the snow thats already fallen. Then laying and stareing to the sky as what you feel to be so beautiful slowly numbs your body damaging you to the core. Cellular detirioration from the light patter of white love. I'm frozen and lost in this storm of diamond conformity. Let me be what I can to fly through these dusty clouds of heaven to the freedom that I seek above the clouds and through the sky. Above the weather above the storm...
Floating dreaming feeling comfort listless lost lost lost lost lost lost waves crashing flowing floating silently wading ripples sinking. In your ocean of love seen by only those who lack the capacity of vision. A greater gift to all who can appreciate those things un-attainable by godlyness. Grandjur has no position in the saturated world of our hearts connection. I'm floating, floating, floating only to sink at the beaches barge.
It's so hard to bare all of what I think isnt there and all that is there that could be gone. It's like the soft sound of the snow hitting the snow thats already fallen. Then laying and stareing to the sky as what you feel to be so beautiful slowly numbs your body damaging you to the core. Cellular detirioration from the light patter of white love. I'm frozen and lost in this storm of diamond conformity. Let me be what I can to fly through these dusty clouds of heaven to the freedom that I seek above the clouds and through the sky. Above the weather above the storm...
Floating dreaming feeling comfort listless lost lost lost lost lost lost waves crashing flowing floating silently wading ripples sinking. In your ocean of love seen by only those who lack the capacity of vision. A greater gift to all who can appreciate those things un-attainable by godlyness. Grandjur has no position in the saturated world of our hearts connection. I'm floating, floating, floating only to sink at the beaches barge.