"He shall be a good man"
Night falls down
It hits me hard
The sky is empty
Without a star or a hope in sight.
Without you I'm lost tonight,
I'm so afraid.
Forget what I said
Or how I said it,
What matters most
Is how we feel
When we're alone
With just memories.
I need you to know this much,
I miss your eyes
And how they shine when we laugh.
I love myself most
In their reflection.
I wonder if I was ever yours.
Do you remember me still?
Have I lost you yet?
I still feel your hands on my waist
Your breath on my face
And your taste lingers on my lips.
Some things are better forgotten,
But I can't forget this.
Headlights cascade across my face
The trail around the room.
And where are the stars tonight?
And how is the world so blue?
I'm cold without your embrace.
I can't catch my breath
My heart crumbles each time.
What good would crying do,
No tear for you is wasted,
But when you aren't mine,
There aren't enough reasons to breakdown.
The world is just black and white
A portrait of everything I doubted.
All the music is the same,
A somber song a piano plays
And always skips on the same verse
The one where the hero
Dies alone.
What's the use of waking up
Tomorrow is a story you're told when you're young.
Once upon a time, you grow tired
And hope that when you lie back
You'll fall right through
And tumble over and around
Until you finally hit the ground on the other side.
So have I lost you yet?
If you don't follow
I mean to say when you lie awake
Do you think of me?
Whisper into the air
The things you wished you'd said,
When we were close enough to hear?
And I've been thinking
It can't be right
When you can't smile
And your heart is clenched so tight
If this is the end,
When was the beginning,
And where are you going now?
However far you wander
Whoever holds your hand
Don't forget that beneath the shadows
And the dust and scars
There's something left here,
You can't ignore forever.*
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus
Leave Levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing
While Levon, Levon slowly dies.
He was born a pauper to a pawn
On a Christmas day
When the New York Times
Said "God is Dead"
And the wars begun...
hehe Miss & I <3 Elton