If in a full moon your heart, he won't find the renewed light your eyes will scan the nothing, with opaque resignation, you will hear words spent from far away,
Your immovable property apparent outline yours candid shaken sighs, and slowly, purple diamonds descend down designing sweet lines on your face.
Eyes that can’t see the daylight Skin that can’t taste the rain My soulray it’s becoming a new dusk Now I can’t find my real way