Surrendered to the silence
Careening through the night
Where emptiness is reason
We left behind the right
I hoped that we would make it
We’re somewhere down the line
Much closer than we figure
I think we’re fine

The notion to our vision
Is blurring in our mind
We stole away in passion
The glass and gushing wine
A soul inebriated
I’m yours and you are mine
Let history debate it
All in time

Someone heard a scream and it
Echoed through the void
It sounded like his inner child
Memories of a boy
But softly like a paper house
And lightly did it fade
Reminding him to break the mask
Refusing his charade