Self Titled

Let the music play...

All this time, it was staring me blind. I guess I never noticed my heart before. You are reaching... something that is reaching. Over and up again. They seem out out of my skin. Seems I never noticed my heart before. The only time I ever noticed my heart was when I noticed you.

And we stare at the sun.... but we never see anything there. The glare has become all that we ever see there. All of nothing has become... all that we ever see there.

You are mine. Everything around me is chaos.

Can I dream for one day? How long should it take somebody before they can be somebody? Can I break the spell of typical?

Let the music play...