Lately I've been facing a fall. Holding onto something. That means nothing but war. . I've been cutting connections. 'Causing the walls to build up around me.
If it be your will to speak. Of memories we often shared. Talk to me of days gone by. Think of love and not despair. . And when I'm gone we'll meet again.
If I see you again, will you remember me?. If I see you again, will you paint memories?. Three long years, never fly away. Three small words, speak again.
We're in one mind, we're in this together. And we're facing a fight. We're not trying to be clever, no. We're not trying to be cool. Sometimes it feels like it's just me and you.
Watching a fire, skipping under thunder. Crossing a wire, connecting undercover. Be mine, it's a physical thing. I wanna give you all the love I can give.
He licks the paper, turns the page. He writes the spoken word again. Releases pools of un-trapped blood. To camouflage what's understood. . Wrapped up in a golden throne.