march 17th, 2022
days end earlier, i'd love have a time off
vintage sounds, wet streets but pearly skies
sad stares all the way home, we're running on ice
the walls are frozen, so i can't hold onto anything
but i born to walk alone, i'll die young and blue
i left that street
walking down the avenue, passing by the fancy hoteles
the sun on my face, the breeze's hot
i can see the sea and the ships from afar
gettin' closer, i can see the people swimming in the waves
green trees and navy skirt
i'm feeling empty and anxious, i need a man to hold me
baby, safe my life, take me out the dark
i wanna be your dream girl
life makes sense when i'm with you
loving you can't be wrong, love's our salvation
don't you give up on your glory
i want more, we were born to be free
i get crazy for it all the time
i don't need that, i've got much more than that
my senses are heightened
life is like a vintage short film
the crescent moon tells me so
the hellhole, the furious wind
high saturation and slow moments
and i'm so in love with the city
the gold-plated walls look so magnificent
the great mansions, the elegant and immense cathedral
harmonious environment, living like it's meant to be
slowly i feel the notes rumble through my body
the cry's stuck in my throat, my eyes are heavy as lead
i'm dreaming of something ethereal, but i'm wide awake
hope's creeping from afar
lately i've been thinking in future time
maybe if i wasn't so anxious i could unveil myself
what it's over it's burning in my skin
i've been through some bad shit, still a believer but i don't know of what
i don't know where i'm going with this
yet i'm grateful to god for letting me be in the same world as my baby
bluebells in the celestial view
swinging in the wind
a little crystal castle fighting for her art
her reign's fragile but more fragile is her soul
the labyrinth's infinite and i'm running wild
fireworks blew up in the sky, i wonder if you're also capable of seeing them
i jumped into the ocean with the lights reflecting in my eyes
with the time and pain i understood
i'm not someone meant to die, my soul's undying
hot eden, soul of ice, the sun's shaking
but if someday i'm gone
find me in her songs and poems
please give me a lot of flowers
but only in blue, white, red and black
pray and curse for the day i was born
write me infinite letters, and lie down beside me in the deserted nights
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