The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
