you take my hand and tell me what is old will be new
it's all encapsulated in the decisions we make
in the countless runs and wrong turns that we do
in every tear we shed and every heart that we break

so bleeding maybe starving I've been waiting for your hand
carrying the cup to catch my blood and quench my thirst
I've stopped trying to decipher the messages you send
but I know I can't be the one to make this end

I know it's my perspective but what can you do
but changing your appearance just enough to see through
in countless words and letters I've applied for your gift
every syllable trying to steer the way we drift

But it's not fine
It's not even leading nowhere
Sky turning in circles
Dropping despair

you take my songs and say that they could never be you
still there is rhythm in you that you would lend to them
filling them with tales talk a whole night through
unsteady grows the seed of which my savage gardens stem

so dancing maybe chanting, ready to go down to your feet
I pace my tune to the speed I imagine your heart to beat
with ears and mind open but the call never sounds
silence is an anchor dragging me to darker grounds

And it's not fine
It's not even leading nowhere
Sky turning to mirrors
Reflecting despair

Maybe it's not the right time
It takes more than a longing stare
We'll keep burning in our beds
Exclusively unaware