Like morning peace...
And we will dance arm in arm
amidst the crumbles of failed empires
and tired ideals, long dead from neglect
they will serve as our stage and solid foundation
The belief is it never faded. There was truth in what we created. From the pages of the Story, we made it.
Looking for a sign that I'm still alive
With this junky smile
and these sloppy eyes yeah
Oh isn't that the truth?
And all the hollow whisperings
From between your sheets
All the maybes in the world
Don't mean anything now
Pray it's over soon
Never slept so soundly
Than with your breath on my neck
Who I'd like to meet:
It's a mystery of human chemistry and Im beginning understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.