It's a poetic feeling in wich we all share.
I have not yet found her so I don't think she exists.
Me
So I’ll sit in wait in my tunnel were the darkness is my friend and she is the only comfort in which I can reply to as it echoes..........alone...alone...alone
Zac
soon those alones, alones, alones will be replaced with footsteps followed by the sound of compassion
only footsteps as permanent and steady as the ticking of a clock will be able to pass the time with you
Me
then time stands still for its my lust that can't be sent across to her and i am left by the one who could only understand me...
for I could not tell her what it was that was so great about her...and the clock continues but not the same as before… I am lost once more and the echoes ring....alone......alone.....alone
Zac
you can tell a fellow man about the echoes that ring within yourself you can tell the woman that may or may not share your drive for compassion and her lust for love
Me
but I have lost the ability to show in which is my love...and I can no longer understand the thing called lust for it has been lied to by many and I no longer know if I could actually lust or love for any one last person...leaving me to sit with the echoes given to me from the ones who have left me behind.
Zac
the ticking of footsteps as steady as a clock tells all secrets, even the ones you yourself does not know. That will be the great test after all the pieces degrade off of the chess board.
Me
but as the chess board degrades I am left as a single pawn trying to reach the other side as it degrades and I am left alone on a single black square...alone....alone...alone
Zac
if there is one pawn left on the board then victory is assigned. You will have your victory. You cannot play chess with one person. You wont be alone
Me
i have found that there will always be some one but will they stay...and the echoes ring......there's hope...there's hope...there's hope..
Me
So I’ll sit in wait in my tunnel were the darkness is my friend and she is the only comfort in which I can reply to as it echoes..........alone...alone...alone
Zac
soon those alones, alones, alones will be replaced with footsteps followed by the sound of compassion
only footsteps as permanent and steady as the ticking of a clock will be able to pass the time with you
Me
then time stands still for its my lust that can't be sent across to her and i am left by the one who could only understand me...
for I could not tell her what it was that was so great about her...and the clock continues but not the same as before… I am lost once more and the echoes ring....alone......alone.....alone
Zac
you can tell a fellow man about the echoes that ring within yourself you can tell the woman that may or may not share your drive for compassion and her lust for love
Me
but I have lost the ability to show in which is my love...and I can no longer understand the thing called lust for it has been lied to by many and I no longer know if I could actually lust or love for any one last person...leaving me to sit with the echoes given to me from the ones who have left me behind.
Zac
the ticking of footsteps as steady as a clock tells all secrets, even the ones you yourself does not know. That will be the great test after all the pieces degrade off of the chess board.
Me
but as the chess board degrades I am left as a single pawn trying to reach the other side as it degrades and I am left alone on a single black square...alone....alone...alone
Zac
if there is one pawn left on the board then victory is assigned. You will have your victory. You cannot play chess with one person. You wont be alone
Me
i have found that there will always be some one but will they stay...and the echoes ring......there's hope...there's hope...there's hope..