Wondering through empty streets,
This life we created for ourselves.
It's nothing more than a hopeless serenade.
It's nothing more than a hopeless serenade.
Our love bursts forth
From golden clouds.
This life we desire
Is nothing short of irony.
Without the respite for death
Who can we be to cover our debt.
I love you.
Without withholding passion.
This passionate embrace
That you serve to contemplate
Our lives cast forth
Among blackened stars.
Nobody can save our lives,
Nobody will love us now.
I'm absent with a desire
This is more than what we require
If there is passion you need
Then seek within us this fire.
You will become everything you wanted.
Your life is not over. Escape to the sea and don't, look. Back.
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