• Our time to make your dreams come alive is dissapearing with every step we take.
    Tonight, we shall combine the beautiful rage of your body wth the naivety of mine.
    As we touch the world around us, the night sky will burst into flames, and hearts will fall from the mindless bodies stumbling around.
    Skipping along the streets, you notice one and pick it up.
    Your hands gently caress it like a child.
    I wrap my arms around your waist and whisper in your ear, "That symbol of human love is nothing compared to the colors you paint as you breath upon them."
    Giggles pour lightly from your mouth.
    You turn to me with a devlish grin.
    Our hips, then, collide.

    Your eyes sing the lullaby in synch with the pounding of your heart.
    I know the words, so I'll sing along.
    But I won't allow the rythym to steal your spotlight.

    The rain begins to pour, and sadness appears on your face.
    You wrinkle your nose in disgust as I cover your bare arms, assuming you were cold.
    You stand with your arms across your chest for several minutes, until a mischevious smile cuts your cheeks.
    A blinfold is pulled from your pocket, and the words, "Let's play a game," is spoken.
    My vision is then impaired by black cloth.
    I hear you laugh for a split second then your footsteps dissapearing.
    "Come find me," you say softly.
    I smile and shake my head and proceed to take a step forward.

    I promise to erase your troubles once they reach my ears.
    Then, you can steal back the pieces of life you left as clues.
    You attempted to erase my oblivion, but the truth is that I knew all along.
    I just never knew how to do such a thing as that.

    Rejected by the words we speak, the actions we take.
    But we're told we're just like that, we are not.. we are not.
    We'll create our own heaven.
    I promise we'll make it through.
    Take my hand and we'll walk together to the edge of this city.
    Take my hand and we'll burn the whole town.
    We can make it on our own, I swear

    The mere thought of living nor dying with your presence forever contaminates my mind with frightening questions: "Do you have reason to follow me away from the oppressive life we give not a care to? Would you rather become blase and forget everything we once knew?" And one question in particular overwrites every word I speak, "Will you love and walk with me to the end of the world?"