i dream of doing nothing together.
and i wish i was sitting next to you
saying nothing
when there was nothing to be said
Aaaaho
this place is so wide-open.
the wind chills to the bone.
the wind is the sound of you crying.
of all those ever alone.
i'd rather feel the pain
and spend time licking my wounds
then to have to know what it's like
to live without you. without you here.
i'm longing to be
your victim of
circumstance
circumstance
and now at least i know you