You don\'t know the thoughts which run through my mind
How can you? You never care to talk to me
You don\'t ask how my day was
You don\'t know the stories in my lungs
At secret forest meetings
I pray to the lightbringer
Marble sands in my hands
We know that
We are strangers
Shying away from comfort
No moon at midnight
Dwelling on mistakes of the past
The happiness never lasts
Our hearts break like glass
When we yearn for dad
It all seems so clear
I am always here, never there
Probing at your crimes
I laugh at my fucked up life
When everything goes wrong
When I don\'t want to sing along
I seek out Heaven sent messages
In violent seas, in dark streets
Words fall at my feet
Mute swan, I never speak
I see life through silver portals
Wreaths of laurel, hanging garlands
The heart will break, but broken live on
I flow with Byron, I flow with Pierre
Callum, so smiley in the morning
Drunk but wanting more
My breath slips through the grey walls
I can never get enough of the feeling
I feel it, the gold in my fingertips
The mythology of nights
Unthink your madness, hollow taste of regret
So broke I can\'t pay my debt
I tip and tumble, can\'t understand the world
I fall over every hiccup, every mountain
Whispers in spring meadows
Sunlight on calm lake water
Heading homewards before rainfall
I know you hate me because I\'m morbid
I wish I wasn\'t
So pessimistic, always procrastinating
I try to read your mind but you\'re distant
I tell you about my pain but you never listen
You never listen.