The night is dying
soon the sun will knock on my door
I reach for you again...
Want to touch you one last time...
knowing too well
that this dream will end, as dawn breaks...
Often, the morning breeze bothers me.
When "sweet nothings" become literally that,
is it too late to try and make things better?
Where is the sense in holding tight
when you've let go?
Once there was you
then you took my hand
and when we both sang
it felt like... living...
When summer ended
it snatched you away...
The fireplace just doesn't help anymore
& I've never been one to borrow a shoulder...
Its winter when you're away.
but its winter either way,
stone cold that you are...
How will speaking softly help?
You are scared as hell/that's how it seems.
You don't want the whole world knowing,
and say "not just yet..." but i know what that means.
And then there was me,
immaculate...
talking a lot
and walking the talk,
from a distance, of course...
...until the day
i stumbled...
lying here, chagrined, is painful...
there's a storm... in my head...
and a heart that aches...
but something isn't right...
wait.
it's you and me we're talking about here...
did i not tell you?
did i not promise?
Don't let go...
"not just yet" and you know what I mean...
make it worth the battles I've fought...
make it worth all those tears...
every night, ever since...
Redeem me of the pain...
take my hand and save my life...
*Title inspired by name of Bangalore based death metal band Abandoned Agony.
