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Who ah whose was it the day to night no
nothing but the no she was soul sat
shadow shallow room at the woe star still
sleep finger touched in smile of an eyes
listening
i've been sitting
in a bus and waking up
when i realized
that they were all dreaming
and it hurt me
to be awake in that empty bus
with their eyes closed,
emotions withdrawn

all their dreams are their money and possessions
friends and things
not free but clutched to their breast
the love is suffocating in the milk of it's mother
the love is not our dream, not OURS to keep
the love is not, it is not, not

forget about love, YOUR love
forget about making love just to fuck
forget about your romances and petty marriages
just because
you are always in front of broken mirror

what could they give you
that you couldn't earn
with your own blood and wonder
what is it? what is it?
why do you walk and smile,
eyes and hearts blossoming like
little flowers and eclipsing
in unspeakable ways
to find it again and again
in us and between

why do you walk in the fire?
why do you walk in the fire
why do you come here,
little one and she replies
through my eyes
i see the cars crash
and mutilate the passengers inside
and their children weep by the roadside
such lost little ones they need every one
she needs everyone he needs everyone
we are all the every one

coming now with tears
and the flow of the ether
a star shaped as man
of nothing
she's in my arms warm
and cold and breathing heavy
in amazement of the need
to be there

i don't want to say it
no one can
and even if we could
you never talk about it
it hurts you
you never come here
except when you're very lonely
and can't feel it anymore
you just want it to be real

you just run with me
and with dreams
unreal or otherwise
underneath eyes that watch
unreal or otherwise
with fears that frighten us
into action or nothing

we are just so afraid to see
that little flicker of light
in the morning and the night
the little fading guiding light
that sparkles even in the
faintest of dreams

Description
Who ah whose was it the day to night no
nothing but the no she was soul sat
shadow shallow room at the woe star still
sleep finger touched in smile of an eyes
listening
i've been sitting
in a bus and waking up
when i realized
that they were all dreaming
and it hurt me
to be awake in that empty bus
with their eyes closed,
emotions withdrawn

all their dreams are their money and possessions
friends and things
not free but clutched to their breast
the love is suffocating in the milk of it's mother
the love is not our dream, not OURS to keep
the love is not, it is not, not

forget about love, YOUR love
forget about making love just to fuck
forget about your romances and petty marriages
just because
you are always in front of broken mirror

what could they give you
that you couldn't earn
with your own blood and wonder
what is it? what is it?
why do you walk and smile,
eyes and hearts blossoming like
little flowers and eclipsing
in unspeakable ways
to find it again and again
in us and between

why do you walk in the fire?
why do you walk in the fire
why do you come here,
little one and she replies
through my eyes
i see the cars crash
and mutilate the passengers inside
and their children weep by the roadside
such lost little ones they need every one
she needs everyone he needs everyone
we are all the every one

coming now with tears
and the flow of the ether
a star shaped as man
of nothing
she's in my arms warm
and cold and breathing heavy
in amazement of the need
to be there

i don't want to say it
no one can
and even if we could
you never talk about it
it hurts you
you never come here
except when you're very lonely
and can't feel it anymore
you just want it to be real

you just run with me
and with dreams
unreal or otherwise
underneath eyes that watch
unreal or otherwise
with fears that frighten us
into action or nothing

we are just so afraid to see
that little flicker of light
in the morning and the night
the little fading guiding light
that sparkles even in the
faintest of dreams