Lyrics
Drift through the transparent, love,
Earth is but a sentimental grave,
My glass wings, a pillow for your warm glance,
My fingertips rest upon your eyelids,
Gravity releases and sight collapses,
Sleepless nights retrieve the placid thoughts,
Soar through the moment, love,
Marigold fields are but fragile tears,
Tender embrace tucks away its sympathy,
Sink into the stares, seep beneath the infested sea,
Rest your hand on the cerulean skies,
Clasp a moment in your grasp,
The perpetual growth of harmony,
The interminable bloom of melody,
She spoke to me,
My love, nothing but a negative image,
Black and white stars veil your eyes my dear,
Burn the starving with heads on sticks,
Can you drift among your extremities my darling?
Your lips are sketched on my fingertips, my love,
Can you awake me love?
It’s time to mingle in the clouds.
She spoke to me,
She awoke me,
She spoke to me,
She spoke
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