desolate with cracks and smiles
in my direction, what could it feel?
what you couldnt understand
lost again on purpose and...
and you'll look up to the clouds
never to find me there
but if you look close enough
im in the air and all you breathe
i want to be the blood you need
pumping through your heart
pumping till your heart...stops
that breath so clear
rewind in past tense
closed slow motion
on that picture show,
the one we used to know
far beyond your service
far beyond your thrown keep sakes
breathe deep and consistant
the flame devoured is not yet sour
far from the counter, but it's reached it's hour.