I hear floating in waves of harmony like rumors of kisses and the fluttering of wings. Eventual sleep and no salvation. My eyelids close.
What is happening? What is happening? What is happening to me? And when you are away I dream I am asleep. I dream I am dead. You may walk amid my dreams just don't walk away. Don't walk away from me. The night that I died a thousand times was the very night that I looked into your eyes.
That night I kissed your forehead. I kissed your neck. I looked into your eyes and never said a word. Still I cannot escape these endless summer nights that in my mind never seem to die.
Tell me where is the morning light that will break open these darkened skies. They slip away from your hands. The silence of the morning glories. Silence. Morning glories. You never loved her.