The Basic Blues

Can you catch me when I fall, my love?
In this dance of lust, I must know who I can
Trust, but must we use these ancient words
To describe something as ungraspable as love?
In this song that you may sing, you will forget something
Tied to an old remark; someone said "there is no spark"
It's weird, though we're free,
to feel chained by expectations of how we should be
In my room you can let go and dream
Sleep 'til the day is done, night time is what we have won
It's ours, lush and dark
And your voice has it's spark

I Can't tell you why I feel this way
A poor misguided fool, dropped into the magma pool
Reincarnation of a broken soul
On a quest towards what besides a distant goal
In this song that I may sing, they analyze something
Bitterness in my voice makes them say I have no choice
This pain comes from inside
Containing all I must hide
But in my room I can let go and dream
Sleep 'til the day is done, night time is what I have won
It's mine, lush and dark
And my voice has its spark

I wanna go – (so let go...)

The dream I know of sleeps above and beyond the city walls
I scan with my searching eyes along the cobble stone
My wings are strong and they can carry you too, my love
Let's leave our worries here and fly