01-04-2009, 10:19 PM
The corners of my eyes line the contours of your pixelated face.
I want to run, in the knowledge that we have betrayed God,
Away into the endless corners of my darkening room and judgement.
My prayers go heard, only for me to run away from such realistic hopes.
I want to run, to disappear into the idea of you and you into me,
An exile from society in both of our eyes, and a higher power lost.
I cannot even touch you, I cannot even hope for such things.
I want to run, blindly into the darkness and before the morning sun,
To know who you could have been, and not what you really are.
I want to run, run, run away to you...
I want to run, run, run away from you...
I want to run, in the knowledge that we have betrayed God,
Away into the endless corners of my darkening room and judgement.
My prayers go heard, only for me to run away from such realistic hopes.
I want to run, to disappear into the idea of you and you into me,
An exile from society in both of our eyes, and a higher power lost.
I cannot even touch you, I cannot even hope for such things.
I want to run, blindly into the darkness and before the morning sun,
To know who you could have been, and not what you really are.
I want to run, run, run away to you...
I want to run, run, run away from you...