We’re left with nothing but the wreckage of the day we tear down the walls and we no longer can pray all the words we wrote are in bottles, in that bay your eyes can't see me now, I can no longer stay
All I’ve ever wanted Is to watch you Night and day Want you to sink into my eyes
My soul lives through word’s pilgrimage My words yearn for the heavenly image The colourful particles floating in the sky
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