The problem with beauty is simple
it causes my mind to cripple
how do I articulate my inability to stipulate these things that I desire?
aboard a train I go insane
from the light you shine upon me
rolling down the tracks
impossible to process the facts
I\'m infatuated with the scenery
i know now it\'s by my own had that you\'re mad at me
but that doesn\'t save me from the plagues I see
Let me tell you of a trans-Atlantic trip
and the slip that gave me a scar
inside this prison car
the look of the hills fills me with desired thrills
of what you can provide
Rolling, rolling hills on either side
remind me of the home where I once reside
Now romanticized to clear my eyes
of an inevitable return
I wonder now
is it lust or love propelling the locomotive
into a tranquil burn
look now towards the destination
on the horizon
a figure, synonymous with peace, and security
inspires longevity
Closer now, the figure in sight
now it\'s apparent, she\'s the manifestation of all I desire
closer and closer
tinges of anxiety
No! Not now, why now?
She\'s all I\'ve ever wanted
incomparable to deities and spiritual entities
her eyes can light a cold fire
this flood of harsh desire turns my prison car into a tight wire
barley out of reach now
I enquire the extent of her power
wow
and as if to conspire
my mind turns tight wire to barbed wire
and she\'s gone
what have I done?
the curses of either an over active imagination
or the residual pain of past endeavors
has cost me my one chance at bliss
forever