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I wouldn't have let you fall.
Seasons are changing in our enthral.
It would have been such a sight to see.
Could you come, watch it with me?
Summer is screaming, can you hear it?
Now listen, listen close-
Maybe you can hear the Summer bells,
all around you. Can I take you there?
It's not cold, I'm all warm inside, and
I'm feeling like, I'm just waiting for the bells,
to stop ringing. Do I want to, do I want to?
We wanted to stop the ringing together,
we don't need to run. I'm all for the Summer,
change. But not in you.
Spring is screaming, Can't you hear it?
It is so loud, amongst the flowers that
bloomed today. Maybe they've
been there forever, but it doesn't matter.
I can only hear the bells right now. The
air is filled with all these things, and my
eyes are crying. But the bells are so loud.
Nothing is heard, I wanted to pay attention
to all those flowers blooming, because
maybe I could find myself among them all.
Fall is screaming, can you hear it?
Everything is taking it's place in the bottom.
And so I'm waiting for your answers. Why
haven't you taken up what I left? I'm
starting to think this is not what it was.
Fall bells are ringing, why are they so far away.
Did they take you with them? What have they
done to you? What have you done to me?
What am I to believe? I thought we'd shine in
summer's fall, even when all was apart. We
said, we'd always be here, in one piece,
one whole, in all that was apart. Maybe,
we are falling to.
Winter is silent, can't you hear it?
It is screaming in empty laughter,
that was once filled with something I use to know.
What am I waiting for. I am so cold, now.
The winter snow is so loud, it's only
what I hear right now. I'm scared that I
never noticed all that was there. The bells
are silent, so they stopped. Or maybe
I stopped listening, did I bother to notice.
I'm in nothing but my own skin, I am not bothered
by winter snow. I am no longer whole. I am
no longer half, did I bother to notice. I
didn't bother to cry, winter snow would have frozen
them. I am not bothered by winter snow, summer is near.
I needed to hear what was already silent.
And maybe summer will come sooner.
With-out you here to watch it with me, I got
the bells rung out of my heart and soul, did I bother
to notice.
The seasons are changing, in our disenchantment.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Sep 06, 2008 @ 07:41am · 0 Comments |
