don’t be so mean..
this is not how I feel..
not the way that it really should be, this night
I’m not myself, I’m someone else
there’s nothing right, it’s beyond me
my flesh is gone somehow I’m
wait.. what?
That scent is remarkable and unforgettable..
The moon shines and guides me,
yes, very narrow path,
much ache, much toil, many beasts and dangers,
multiple things in your way, including sexy women,
smoke, ale, cold nights,
lights shining overhead and off the lake,
where the fuck am I?
Save my heart, please, because winter is not good for it
and forever and ever I wonder where the warmth is
from you, at least, that’s a wish or a hope or a dream I will never let collapse.
That feeling will never leave me, I’d rather die than let it go. It will never be the same,
because we are meant to be as we are, and this is something that I see.
But I can look down a dark hallway and see your ghost already, even if you are in Manila, or Sydney
while I’m freezing in Toronto, or I’m dead in Tehran.
Why won’t you come home?
