three hundred and sixty four

[eyexgotxthexmic]

yet again the silence seems to drip from the moon
like a mocking cry for help
and a wish for the sun to come out again
and as i close my eyes at the sunset
i find myself staring into eyes all too familiar
eyes i have known as well as time itself
and only time can erase what dwels in that cave of a heart
created by the tides, and destroyed by space
if only the future could look down upon this earth
and say to me what i need to hear
because god knows it wont come from a mortal
finally, a whisper of light glimmers amongst the night air
and the fireworks seem to be all the more beautiful
and the smell of smoke
reminds me of the view over those treetops
please let this be real this time
plesae dont make me kid myself
i want to believe
i really want to believe