Last night rolled over beside my bed. That sort of madness, could leave one dead. Our eyes deceive, we were on fire. Mistook you for love and love desire.
Solitary views of the other side of a plane we've yet to know. Will we ever get the chance to walk alone. In this life or when we find out that we're home.
Soft spoken straight forward. Tell me all the ways in which you feel. So broken lying helpless. Can you even tell me what's for real?. Great divide, great divine.