.. / - .... --- ..- --. .... -

something beyond my control splits into us

its the sweetest thing in the world and yet...

and then there are the obsessives

praying for something said in passing

for you its a promise, for me its something i made up

and i will always be wishing

and i will always be wondering...

sorry and sorry, thank you and thank you

you always think its going to be grander

and just like that its over

the grenade goes off and we get scattered across the room

scattered across the world, scattered across the universe 

just when you think you've found it

just when you think