Why to care about the beginning when we try to escape the end?
It took God seven days to create Earth, but
it took you a moment to make me fall.
It was so hot and soft, so blue and beautiful,
it had a taste from both the Hell and Heaven.
And then the oceans shrouded in darkness.
And I got caught in your eyes
like a fly gets trapped in a spider's web.
What if God spent seven days to create Earth,
it only took us a moment to create Hell.
And we danced on the edge of the world.
And we played our favorite songs while silent on the road.
And we drove to the city's suburbs watching our lives taking a turn.
Why to care about the beginning
when we try to escape the end?
And you got hypnotized by my lipslike a flower fools a butterfly's attention.
There's something in the atmosphere, electrical feelings.
And a summer might not bring the birds back, but
a winter might bring the old flame back.
Praying to find the power within cause without you I am half.