Beneath the Dusk

It's the same sunrise in the morning
that looks as foreign as the delicacy of the bud beneath the dusk

The same taste you'd feel under the waves
Constantly hitting against your shore
Pushing me farther and farther into the sea

I wouldn't mind if I drowned into your grasp of unwilling sorrow
I wouldn't mind if I gave in to the slight push
Everything was yesterday

It was only yesterday
We may forget
And embrace the morning air, only to be slashed away by night
And the foreign delicacy is hard to see
But it was only yesterday
We may forget
And live again

So I'll waste my time for a moment
And hope somehow you'd make this trash of some worth.
I know that there'll be a time where you cut me off
And let me iced and torn
But as I hear the words you speak at this moment
I seem oblivious to deception

It's the same sundown in the evening
that looks as lonely as the wilted rose that lovers refuse to touch

The same look you'd get while falling into the well
You did have the choice to play against the rules
To stop and walk up the walls, and perhaps make do with the hand I had offered

Would you make it through the fall?
Would we have a chance to fall?

If you'll be as hard as to hit the water
Splash me down with your sudden memories
hiding your smirk along the bubbles
Butterflies once felt have just died
Proven lies
And wilted roses once fed
And tear us down
Like I knew you would

I will retreat my offered hand.

So I'll waste my time for a moment
And hope somehow you'd make this trash of some worth

It's that same fright
The eternity of my demise

And the weakness that would come when I realize
it's been petrified
Stolen lies and an agonizingly hard time
Set aside as I shift back into that forgiving flower that bends down when picked
To reach out to those with great pain

Spoken words without a second thought
I'm hoping for at least a glimpse from your cold eyes
As if you'd speak the words that I foolishly come to tell
Like you could move at all.


It's the same problem
Always the same problem
That comes from yesterday
And results in today

It's the same time
Always the same time
Where I'll be waiting for the sun to lower down its light upon the hour
Where you'll be down, looking for that delicacy to bloom
And where I stare down at the fool that I once was
I'll be waiting for you to catch up

And I'll soon be off.