she floated in the sky with two strings left attached to her hands, as she was slipping by my hands from the height she said she wouldn't walk thru the thorns, the ride of life's not an opened door, the glowing eyes in the dark of my reflection, the undead exist there is a couple dressed and they're flesh ain't on they're skin, theyre like it ghost on the dance floor,
the ballroom shook with the hotbox smoke hidden by thc,
I won't get lost as long as she's floating in the sky,
if I stop she'll fall and I won't be able to see any road...
I know you'll have to go someday, I know I'll have to go to, I will believe the memories that hit the moon to turn into the sunrise.....
I woke up feeling very alive..... after I died inside she's a smile worth any stitch.... she's light scary the shit out of the demons laying on the graveyard my heart used too be....
Can we be like the couple in the ballroom.....
I miss you, I miss the second stare, the only words she's said, the air with the sign of life, the strength within the grey's of the clouds, I'm in love, I never felt alive.... The rest are coming, arrows pointed at a room that had the moon inside of it, I was trying too be by you, if I feel off the floor, I'd be caught in your arms.