It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind Makes no sense that I would lose it all just to gain one honest belonging Holding it so tight because it asked me to free myself from yawing These are the serious moments described as the same old agenda And it takes that special look to find the one hidden within pretenders If it's out there I'll find it, going to any length possible Deep down inside I know the feelings and their hard to kill So I will stuff it down and ask myself out loud just to make sure Is this protection for my sanity or to find someone that's pure It's never enough and there's no complete trust But how could I ever hate the opposite sex When it's fee they are all I have left This is my last resort to make the picture worth it This is my last chance to kill off this weak defensive stance Because they say in this world there is someone for everyone But I'm struggling to find someone that hasn't experienced everyone And I believe that finding the perfect one has nothing to do with perfection All I can hope for is finding salvation in a traveler walking the same direction I'm using a harp and a piano as a serenade and a warning Sending a message to corrupted searchers dedicated to exploring
My feet are firmly planted where I stand and it would take all you have to knock me down Because my strength comes from knowing that one day she'll come around
It takes more than 30 days to truly get away Using suffocation as elation, to start molding clay From a makeshift wedding band to a personalized skeleton key Even I agree that being alone is a definite possibility It's all lip service, with a worthless purpose Experimenting with love because you curious My testament is courteous I still believe in covering puddles with nothing but respect But I need to learn separation to keep from getting too complex But when the connection loses clarity, I turn into an oracle Struggling to be cordial while passing judgment in my own thoughts I'm a loyalist to a conformist that changed right before my eyes Making it perfectly clear how easy it is to slice right through my ties Here is my obeisance to the female intuition No more thoughts of settling down until I truly learn to listen For the signs of fixation and warning signs of dying intimacy Sleepless night and lonely conversations to tell me what is killing me But I offer deep eyes and a trustworthy disposition By granting freedom with a home to come back to completing your vision I have the wisdom of 50 birthdays jam packed into 23 years Steering myself into oblivion looking for that equal match And I have sucked all the innocence that I can from these frontiers So I turn the lights off in this empty room and fade to black
My leap of faith is connected to walking down that aisle Holding the hand of my shadow enjoying her smile No more compromises my lessons will still be learned Walking away from the flames that carelessly burned I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
