Often blinded by what I
Could't see, or could I
Meet the bottom of this tale...
Just barely impressed,
My thoughts keep lying.
This resembles what
I've running after.
And I feel you here with me!
My arms are your arms,
my eyes your alibi.
Drawn in ourselves within
An empty sheet,
And a single drop of ink.
So I felt you with me!
Our hearts were just one,
my eyes your alibi.
And I thought you were in this!
When raised histories meet the flesh...
Of who has no one else to be.
