Forced out of the world, I was atop an incredibly thin needle
I was using the tips of my fingers to balance, until they touched you and I learned I wasn’t alone;
Each of us having just one crooked wing, the only thing bestowed upon us
From the time you’re born (until death)… “What do you want to do before you die?” I ask
But all you do is laugh, like an angel
Burning in the summer heat (deforming), we’ll weave through the spaces between the hordes of buildings
Until we descend, pulling that trigger at the very end
Then winter will come… to cover everything in snow
I may never be justified, but I also doubt it can be gained by losing something;
Even so, the farthest reaches exist to the same extent within us
We can’t stay here, so at the very least…
“From the time you’re born (until death)…what can you manage to do before you die?” you ask
But all I can do right now is laugh without giving an answer
At the end of this dream (finally), like a butterfly lit on fire
We’ll shine for just a moment, stealing away this world’s overcast eyes;
Yes, let’s take it all away
From the time you’re born (until death), I want to try living with you until we die
But I can’t seem to write it out quite as the myth I’d like
Summers turn to summers (and connect), as we slip through the space between history and helix
Falling to Hell, and pulling that trigger at the very end;
Becoming nothing but dust
Then winter will come to cover everything in snow;
Then when winter comes again, the snow will tell all