Of The Wand & The Moon Absence
Absence makes the heart grow colder
Tear you apart pulls you under
And love makes the heart grow fonder
Lift you up
Only to rip you asunder
Look at me
Look at me
We're falling
Your face is veiled to me
A seal of smoke covers thee
How can you breathe
In times like these?
Your covert ops how you tease
Look at me
You're all lit up
Like a Christmas tree
Solitude makes the heart grow stronger
Purifies
Makes you ponder
If this is it
Or just some random anomaly
Look at me
Look at me
You're burning
Your heart is veiled to me
Do you exist? Is this reality?
Your reflection sways before my eyes
How I wish you would lay down your disguise
Look at me
Look at me
I'm calling
