It doesn't matter
What you want to be
If you want to be the depth
Or the sun in the East
The passion in the fruit
That quenches her ruby tongue
None of that matters
In the shadows is where you belong
There’s a kiss out there for every lip
An embrace for every hand
A drop of water for the prickliest thorn
But succumb that you’re a grain of sand
There’s no more songs from up above
Even angels need their rest
When you have eternity to spare
You don’t rush to clean a mess
You can reach out for the beautiful
It only drifts further away
That’s where it’s always been
And fool, that’s where it will always stay
There’s nothing in the distance
Hope is a tease with virgin clench
She dangles the dream in front of you
But never pulls the thread
