T.M.Revolution

Pouring a red sigh, that was made to blossom
Into a cup, I drink it down; I'm drunk from the previous flower

The corpse of our dreams, that burns us all
Is like a fever, that has no intention of lowering again

Hurry it up, when we're both impatient, there's no pain
Only tomorrow can get my heart pumping

Feelings run through the moment
Drawing out a monument of crimson lotus flowers
Only a honed existence
Can lie within those eyes

Disappearing into the dew of time

A pulsation of a silver coin, that scatters sparks
Continues to change, dazzlingly drowsy

I say no to running away, and to defiance
I'm hit with a chatty sense of impending crisis

Loneliness and love shine the sky down upon us
And call out to the racing wind
Feel it, be enchanted by it
The noise of a soul that's on the brink

Feelings run through the moment
Drawing out a monument of crimson lotus flowers
Only a honed existence
Can lie within those eyes

Loneliness and love shine the sky down upon us
And call out to the racing wind
Feel it, be enchanted by it
The noise of a soul that's on the brink

Disappearing into the dew of time