You can't choose what stays and what fades away

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought
And what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You're my head
You're my heart
And I'd do anything to make you stay
Tell me what you want me to say

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Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right

I sang to the moon, but it just fell to the ground
and the whole world lit up, but not from the sound.
It wasn't my words or the fluctuation of my throat;

if my mouth is a capsule, then my tongue is a boat. 



The words didn't form by free will or carve out of thin air,

they rather spilled and they drained off the edge of a prayer.
That night, 
my lips didn't press against the pulse of luxurious truth,

they were rather scarred, shredded and torn by raw, fervent youth.

You see, the wind whispers ancient tales of love's true reality

promising young lovers of spring's honey and nectar sensuality,

but I've seen the claws and the beasts springing from summer's heart

and I know the demons that have crawled from winter's frigid start.



I know that love isn't a game to be played or a song to be sung,

in the end, it is a battle and a fight and a war to be won.

So when i'm singing to the silver-threaded breast of the moon,

I'm just punching battle cries straight to the heart of the typhoon.

(i sang to the moon, but it just fell to the ground
and the whole world lit up, but not from the sound.)