[A love song again. Helplessness is a part of falling in love, so is fear.]



We're a sigh on the wind

Like moths to a flame

Feverish to leap into it's trap

Which turns our flesh to ash

Our lust to dust



No longer words run wild

No longer we can see

No longer we need meaning

No longer we will feel



It all ends here

We cascade to the shores

We never have reached

But were so damn close



A dry mouth bids for one last kiss

A new love born will die so young



Day by day far away

As you yearn the tide will turn