You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
Moving mountains,
Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
Drawn to the sky,
A magnet within a sigh.
The gleam I know all too well,
With words to say, stories to tell.
Wrapping around me,
Rooted in denial,
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