it’s perfectly quiet
and perfectly still
so silent i heard a heartbeat
im not really lucid
im not really clear
the voices they cloud my vision
its a masquerade
in a game of charades
the faces and places of lies
we flied over the moon
kissed the sun as it bloomed
now its faded and leaving too soon
its words i can’t find
its words i can’t say
they catch in my throat in a sigh
the spinning wheel spins
of memories once lived
they’re washing away as i cry
its a masquerade
in a game of charades
the faces and places of lies
we flied over the moon
kissed the sun as it bloomed
now its faded and leaving too soon