It is love.
Waiting for the sun to come up. . .
Well I broke a lot of promises,
but it's okay because you did too.
Simply speaking,
if you decided to leave,
Life would be desolate.
So very desolate without you.
I see your eyes, where they go,
I know I know,
but do you know?
We're as high as the velutinous clouds,
above our heads as we draw our pretty little mental pictures.
It's unnerving though, because,
it makes you think of the last day of your life,
And that scares me so much.
It's the birth of eternity...
Who am I writing this for again?
The clock's ticking my life away,
And all I can do is sit here and visualize,
me shouting at this world,
making them see, see what I've seen,
and how I've seen it.
Am I seeing double or is that just the mirror?
You are my liberation.
Our love is freedom.
I begin to understand.
We're as high as the velutinous clouds,
above our heads as we draw our pretty little mental pictures.
It's unnerving though, because,
it makes you think of the last day of your life,
And that scares me so much.
