I played God the other day, changing reality,
making believe that the world being round is a lie.
Heaven went dry the minute spoke, I wrecked
whatever I had built, I had buried all underground.
I'd do anything for a change, I'd do anything for a
different point of view, I'd do anything to know how
to kill you.
I played & lost the other day, putting a smile
in the table all I got back was a frown.
Hell froze over the minute I dropped the lie,
I destroyed a whole town of possibilities.
I'd do anything for a chance, an instant for the
distance to go away & to cry from a kiss or
embrace than of loneliness instead.
To feel appreciated instead of threatened,
to smoothly fly instead of crash landing all
the time.
To hear a particular voice instead of a crowd,
to find that perfect face I've been hanging on the
wall.
Particular, flawless, perfect & so far away, winter
will bring you back & take you away again.
I'm nailing the snowflakes to the sky, I'm playing God
again & shouting at the sun.
What's all this I'm giving to myself? A new, completely different
undarkened place, a brand new lonely routine for me.
Lights and & rain, music & temptations dance all together in a
single place. Of all thethings I thought were mine, I realize now,
they were never for me.
But my thoughts were drilling a hole outside, to let the air come inside
and exchangeit for some light.
Reflections & strangers, names & faces all converge in a single word of
loneliness, it is worth it seeing this as anything but the exact same.
Float me away to a room with fewer walls & a tin roof,
something I can easily break through.
Ride me in top of smoother ground, without glass & stone,
somewhere I can say I'mnot alone.
My imagination reshapes all of my reality into something I don't know
but that fancies predictability.
Sleep & dreams, affection & love are the prizes I've failed to earn every time
I distance myself to heal, but end up only feeling terribly alone.
What's all this I'm giving to myself?
A new, completely different undarkened place,
a brand new lonely routine for me.
Lights and & rain, music & temptations dance
all together in a single place. Of all the
things I thought were mine, I realize now,
they were never for me.
But my thoughts were drilling a hole outside,
to let the air come inside and exchange it for some light.
Reflections & strangers, names & faces
all converge in a single word of loneliness,
it is worth it seeing this as anything but the exact same.
Float me away to a room with fewer walls & a tin roof,
something I can easily break through.
Ride me in top of smoother ground, without glass & stone,
somewhere I can say I'm not alone.
My imagination reshapes all of my reality into something
I don't know but that fancies predictability.
Sleep & dreams, affection & love are the prizes I've failed to earn
every time I distance myself to heal, but end up only feeling terribly alone.
Hopefully something more, of all that I'm already wishing for,
I ask for something more.
All this is time consuming, in between the insanity, all this
sanity is time consuming.
Occupying a space much too large for my frail body, a sudden
cold promises a much waited and lonely place to be.
Leave the cold outside, we need not leave the bed and lose this
comforting warmth.
Something much less harmful, from the distances we destroy,
all I seek is something completely harmless.
Other than that, instead of finding ourselves in the same barren
desert. I seek something other than that.
Changing the space much to my accord, I still look for you to fill
a space feel so cold.
Leave the cold outside, we need not see the sky when we can
make up our own falling stars.
Help me realize how much I care for you, remind me by
coming and knocking on my door.
Feeling a walking distance away from a peculiar fall from grace,
a strange enough sensation in a strange unfamiliar atmosphere.
Impulses controlling an obvious urge, to quench a desire,
probably more of a necessity.
If I ever fall from grace, if it's time that's breaking me now, I hope
I land on softer ground.
These unfamiliar words, these sudden unaccustomed feelings
of killing the demons of my own personal desires.
I'm slowly falling to the ground and I'm doubting if I should ever
hold on.
or where your body rests, the place where all this fit together again?
Passion for blood, the distance is the air I breath, the days are
the rhythm of my heart. Since when has it been appropriate to feel
this way?
Did you ever manage to find an answer to my question? Of where
it all started, how we passed by that date after a year wide? lets
find it again.
The most Precious of my days, most already passed us by, we only
have those that haven't died. Since when has my future ever seemed so
bright?
You know almost too well how my world turned on a dime
and changed it's direction. I flew over you the day I needed
you the most. Beyond us, that's where everything that's ours lies...
