Well i hope that the pain in my heart isnt too loud for your ears
Cause i know that the rain is a part of a cloud ive made with tears
Could we go at this rate to the start for another thousand years
Will the snow cover stains if the art is painted with our fears
Did you float the rum diaries across a moat safely to me
Cause i went looking for a message in a bottle
Art is an optimist Art is an idiot learn to walk away is something you would say
I must admit it was a terrible notion that came from alchemy
Will the sieve that spills ephemeral potion become philosphy
If i swim in the universe ocean continuing to drink
We could live with the terminal motion forever wandering