Calathea Wish I Could Fly
Wish I could fly
in your closed hands then I'd fall asleep.
As I am getting weak I need
to pretend I can feel
a little love that won't be real
anymore,
infinite like before
we awoke.
Sometimes I scream
to the dark hoping I hear you behind.
Deep silence drowns you in my mind.
The taste of dying lust
was diffused between us
like a wild
river that takes me down
out of your life.
Alone I paint
moving pictures to myself.
I just pray
in pain that's come alive from yesterday.
See, it aided me to put the tears on
by the morning light,
on my face
so tired of endless empty days
without you.
All tomorrows fell to pieces,
there is no tonight, but now
we betray our lives to feel this
wicked time.
So I close my eyes to see you,
but the time steals you from me
with the new sun we are dying here to live
for make-believe.
Sometimes I scream
to the dark hoping I hear you behind.
Deep silence drowns you in my mind.
So I hate you - never
tell me all about
the inner lines
we couldn't pass.
So I stayed
here in my endless empty days
without you.
All tomorrows fell to pieces,
there is no tonight, but now
we betray our lives to feel this
wicked time.
So I close my eyes to see you,
but the time steals you from me
with the new sun we are dying here to live
for make-believe.
