I only seem to find refuge in the land of dreams.
I only seem to find refuge in the land of dreams.
And soon, love saves a New Year’s Day.
And soon, love saves a New Year’s Day.
Until she gets tired, she exhausts every rhyme.
In darkness she confides, but then, she sets aside pride.
She didn’t have to leave forever, she needed someone to be beside.
Someone to help kill the Gods in the sky.
Until she gets tired, she exhausts every rhyme.
In darkness she confides, but then, she sets aside pride.
She didn’t have to leave forever, she needed someone to be beside.
Someone to help kill the Gods in the sky.
And so wept the fallen star, making rivers with his tears.
Then, from the bitter water, something grew.
It looked like glass, like something he knew.
And so wept the fallen star, making rivers with his tears.
Then, from the bitter water, something grew.
It looked like glass, like something he knew.
When you are ready for me…
…we’ll give them Hell.
When you are ready for me…
…we’ll give them Hell.
Am I in his dreams? Does he chase after me?
Am I in his dreams? Does he chase after me?
Was it always so loud?
Or did I just start to notice?
Was it always so loud?
Or did I just start to notice?
I wonder if it matters…
I wonder if it matters…