Counting Holes
The holes of space that I am yet to fill,
the calls of life that I am yet to answer...
I move from dawn into another night
I fall from stars and turn into disaster.
I stuck between two realms, two suns, two lives -
one ceases to exist with or without the other.
Is that a choice that brings me no relief?
Is that a path that isn't getting smoother?
The stardust weave that tied me to the ground -
it smells like ashes of forgotten kingdoms.
I walked inside the mystic house of dreams,
got chained by laws that mirrored in my windows.
The half of me belongs to static world,
another half engaged with endless wander.
I'll wash this dust from soles of my shoes,
I'll reach to you, I'll whisper with a thunder...
the calls of life that I am yet to answer...
I move from dawn into another night
I fall from stars and turn into disaster.
I stuck between two realms, two suns, two lives -
one ceases to exist with or without the other.
Is that a choice that brings me no relief?
Is that a path that isn't getting smoother?
The stardust weave that tied me to the ground -
it smells like ashes of forgotten kingdoms.
I walked inside the mystic house of dreams,
got chained by laws that mirrored in my windows.
The half of me belongs to static world,
another half engaged with endless wander.
I'll wash this dust from soles of my shoes,
I'll reach to you, I'll whisper with a thunder...