why is it always everything
that makes me feel so sad
the blue skies and the endless sea
that i can never grasp
the poverty of loneliness
that wine can't disappear
everywhere and everything
the world is just a square
the roughness of the edges pierces eyes
instead of hearts
and slowely run away the drops
of clear colored golden tears
the cloudiness never clears into those
picture perfect skies
the ocean never seems as blue
as post cards from the waves
life never seems to hold it's meaning
when i look and you're not there
your warming touch is foreign
in this land of pain
the bed is urning for the lost
to find it's way to naked nights within it
the way that you can just engolf my
less then pleasent self
my body is so safe in yours
but cold without it's human touch
where is your hand
it isn't here
why is it always everything
reminds me of you
that makes me feel so sad
the blue skies and the endless sea
that i can never grasp
the poverty of loneliness
that wine can't disappear
everywhere and everything
the world is just a square
the roughness of the edges pierces eyes
instead of hearts
and slowely run away the drops
of clear colored golden tears
the cloudiness never clears into those
picture perfect skies
the ocean never seems as blue
as post cards from the waves
life never seems to hold it's meaning
when i look and you're not there
your warming touch is foreign
in this land of pain
the bed is urning for the lost
to find it's way to naked nights within it
the way that you can just engolf my
less then pleasent self
my body is so safe in yours
but cold without it's human touch
where is your hand
it isn't here
why is it always everything
reminds me of you
