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It’s late, the music keeps the time, endures, as the hours pass. I feel your voice like the touch of your skin, soft and slow. Sometimes it feels like drowning, but if there are fates worse than a death like this, I care not to know. We take guesses, we make promises, things we’ll do, places we’ll go, time ticks, despite these wishes. Your eyes are quiet, like the darkness you’ll soon go out in to; my heart is on fire, for me a light, like your laughter.
We’re not supposed to realize there are so many things we’ll never know.
I worry about you, but then I’ve worried about everything I’ve ever loved. Every reason, every feeling, every firework you’ve burned within me, they’re still there. You move slow across my mind, clouds in the sky in the summer you are, sometimes. And somewhere in the corner of my eye I catch a memory, and I swear it’s like I just found you. Sometimes you just stay there, maybe I can’t look away. It worries me to I think it’s a sin to care still; I guess I always will.
I wonder, but I still do. Here’s something I’ll never know
It hurts to love an elusive angel- invariably the hardest falls are from the heights of our greatest dreams. Sometimes it’s overwhelming to see you standing there, but it’s better than not. Even now, these words are the tenuous grasp holding on to something wrong. And still these daydreams endure. Ever hear the one about the Siren wrapped in golden chains? No, I never really did escape that fate either. But I can imagine those wishes, long after the music is over, staying on after the summer has cooled, long past where I should’ve turned away, when I should have just let go. I swear I heard you singing, I’m sure you wanted me to cross the tide, but I just don’t know, it might just be how the song goes.
Maybe that’s a fatal flaw, but that’s something you’ll never know.
Sometimes we hold on to something wrong because we believe in something right about it still. It’s no matter how the story’s supposed to end, how the star-crossed lovers are destined to burn out and fall from the sky. Here’s something worth whispering- a story that should live on, if only- to stave off the long silence of the mean years to come. Don’t believe in fairy tales? Well then maybe just the memory of a kind word and a smile, something to keep warm by, when love is lacking, or maybe when love is all that remains.
Could that be enough?
I can still see you standing there, just before you turned to go. I like to think you wondered if my eyes would follow you while my soul burned, just like I like to wonder if you’d follow me the night I knew you never would. No, I guess we’re all destined for our own dark nights to go out in to. I like to believe I’ll find out what was so right about you in one of these nights of my own, with the radio on, playing a song sad enough to make the world cry. I’ll always wonder if it was love that made it so easy to let me go, or if it was love that made you so afraid to hold on.
But I can’t hear your whisper anymore, just the silence behind a smile and a sad song, telling me there are some things I was never supposed to know.
We’re not supposed to realize there are so many things we’ll never know.
I worry about you, but then I’ve worried about everything I’ve ever loved. Every reason, every feeling, every firework you’ve burned within me, they’re still there. You move slow across my mind, clouds in the sky in the summer you are, sometimes. And somewhere in the corner of my eye I catch a memory, and I swear it’s like I just found you. Sometimes you just stay there, maybe I can’t look away. It worries me to I think it’s a sin to care still; I guess I always will.
I wonder, but I still do. Here’s something I’ll never know
It hurts to love an elusive angel- invariably the hardest falls are from the heights of our greatest dreams. Sometimes it’s overwhelming to see you standing there, but it’s better than not. Even now, these words are the tenuous grasp holding on to something wrong. And still these daydreams endure. Ever hear the one about the Siren wrapped in golden chains? No, I never really did escape that fate either. But I can imagine those wishes, long after the music is over, staying on after the summer has cooled, long past where I should’ve turned away, when I should have just let go. I swear I heard you singing, I’m sure you wanted me to cross the tide, but I just don’t know, it might just be how the song goes.
Maybe that’s a fatal flaw, but that’s something you’ll never know.
Sometimes we hold on to something wrong because we believe in something right about it still. It’s no matter how the story’s supposed to end, how the star-crossed lovers are destined to burn out and fall from the sky. Here’s something worth whispering- a story that should live on, if only- to stave off the long silence of the mean years to come. Don’t believe in fairy tales? Well then maybe just the memory of a kind word and a smile, something to keep warm by, when love is lacking, or maybe when love is all that remains.
Could that be enough?
I can still see you standing there, just before you turned to go. I like to think you wondered if my eyes would follow you while my soul burned, just like I like to wonder if you’d follow me the night I knew you never would. No, I guess we’re all destined for our own dark nights to go out in to. I like to believe I’ll find out what was so right about you in one of these nights of my own, with the radio on, playing a song sad enough to make the world cry. I’ll always wonder if it was love that made it so easy to let me go, or if it was love that made you so afraid to hold on.
But I can’t hear your whisper anymore, just the silence behind a smile and a sad song, telling me there are some things I was never supposed to know.
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