how contorted is our heart
if we are unable to forgive
it seems we have forgotten
the authentic way to live
we need to save our soul
from schemings of our ego
why is it that this delusion
we seem unable to let go
Strolling in the moonlight
Looking up at the stars
Finding one at midnight
To be your celestial avatar
The sky becomes a metaphor
For a love that's yet to be
And all the words we try to say
Just keep slipping away
Dawn will find us dreaming
About our yesterdays
Haunted by the schemings
of emotions gone astray
The sky becomes a metaphor
For a love that's yet to be
And all the words we try to say
Just keep slipping away
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