here is the world we spoke of,
here’s the dreams we dreamt on,
i hope i make you happy, i hope we make it whole.
we coped to make it breeezy, strange now that we’re cold.
here is the world we spoke of,
here’s the dreams we dreamt on,
come together so we wont pass it by,
funny how it only matters after we die.
and one day they asked themselves, what had happened.
and nobody knew. nobody cared.
and no one knew why it was how it was. no one. no two. no fifth and no tenth.
they sang their empty songs with their empty hearts.
content with their contentless meanings.
but who were they to question they asked?
"but who am i to need?"
"i am but the cause of needs"
funny. how it always ends, so tragically beautiful.
such sinful serenity, such pain. such is life. love and everything in between.
