viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009

We come 1


All the subtle flavors of my life
Are become bitter seeds
And poisoned leaves
Without you
You represent what's true
I drain the color from the sky
And turn blue
Without you
These arms lack a purpose
Flapping like a humming-bird
I'm nervous 'cause
I'm the left eye
you're the right
Would it not be madness to fight?
In you the song which rights my wrongs
In you the fullness of living
The power to begin again
From right now, in you
We come 1
I'm unafraid
Never ever scared
Worries washed
Pressed air
I am the left eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight?