Falling, there’s always lower to be reached
There’s always a love to be stitched
Falling, spinning, downward in this whirlpool
Heavier in circles, when’s the last time I stood?
Passing endless curtains
Flowing through that flock of drops
Like a countless pixels exploding moon
That I must gather to be understood
So wavering
There’s a crystal-clear dispersion
A prism, a range, a creation
Between the meaning and my words
And words are but a contraction
Constriction, mediation, deviation, protection
Surrogate, tegument, candy bait, replacement
I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid!
I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid!
There you are, in the rain, I’m coming
You’re far, sweetie lain, you’re crying
I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid!
I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid!
All this weight, I can’t bear, you should be
Cruel fate, my sweet hair, forgive me
A black hole in plain sight
Nothing I have the will to fight
Into this secular instant of deprivation
A burden for myself
All things come to an end
But rarely before they start
And gravity begins to bend
The world as we are drawn apart