i don't have the words to tell you about my night
let me squeeze it into your hand. HEY!
how's that for communication?
and it might be painful
just to recognize,
but the words must pass between us.
yours roll softly.
mine could be sand in your eyes.
nothing ever spontaneously bloomed from that soil
and although you say this can only lead to disaster
you close your eyes,
jump, and you're head first into the fire.
running around with your head cut off
but you'll find out that it's wasted time,
but it goes to show where your priorities lie.
in a distant comfortable place you know,
and i hang my head in shame
just because i can't draw you near me.
Oh, Fortuna -
you are the center of my great misfortune.
and your decision to resist.
all the reasons you don't want this.
well, c, c, c is for comfort.
and you'll break the zone
or else you'll break me.
and you're tempted just to lie,
to make a break away from it.
fly away from everything that could harm us
but the screams from the ground
and, "honey, look what i found,"
it give you the strength to come back down with me
and try.