Tread water you walker. Bleed falsely you fake. Turn around and walk slowly now, in the dreams with no wake.
Dream hellish you angel. Fall though the sky. Your cloud steppin’ on heaven now. with no soul in your eye.
Street cracked with the winter. Hearts broke in with the cold. Love lasts on beating time, and on words never told.
One night on a quaking street. I walked past her ghost. I remember not feeling then, what matters most.
Time turns the internal clock, and ages all the pain. What difference is there in waiting, when the heart beats the same?
Fall softly you dawning light. Rise ghostly the stars. I let you run far away. To where this love is no longer ours.
Tell me your story. The one you cant forget. Tell me of the moment, when your heart and his first met.
Turning your shoulder. The cold crawling grace, of the lights on your broken wing, and the shadows on your face.
Was it the silence? Was it the eyes? The audience was waiting, for this black curtain to rise.
Two hearts for a stage, the sky painted blue. Watchers all wondered then, what broken hearts always knew.