putting words together so that they will form a melody
in a heart that wants to rhyme
sentences that complement each other almost perfectly
from another place and time
i walk within the treadmill
i do not make a sound
i'm waiting for my love to come around
giving all of my attention
to everyone i've ever loved
in the need of intervention
or a hand from up above
magic in the sense of living life the way it's meant to 
be
when i touch you in my sleep
this planet is a place of love and hate as far as i can 
see
i have both inside of me
so many times i've wondered
if i will ever learn
just to find it less and less of my concern
giving all of my attention
to everyone i've ever loved
in the need of intervention
or a hand from up above
all i have to do is mention
what i do in times of war
it was never my intention
giving you a last resort