The in-between I came by
on the remains of the day
at the ark of lonely illusion
watching her shadow around the den.
Asking your place or mine at midnight
She said she’s lost inside.
Beyond the scruples I bid for love
asked her to dance, spin me around purple hearts
“Don’t worry darling” she said after that
what we gonna do next play dead or seriously red?
Moving on with the perfect delusion like the old way
sorry about the goofy red price we paid at the last runway.
Modern ways for the doom of love
no mercy no remorse as it’s remembered.
In the game of love
everyone is borrowed or somehow a prisoner.
Slipping into darkness shall we play more?
Anything is possible after shock so don’t make me go.
Never again manifest the daydream
don’t look up there for a lonely blue night
Unless the mist cleated the memories
how did we get here without saying goodbyes?