The melancholic tone of F minor
Evoques images of disappearing
In your name, and by anchors of the past
In my eyes, the healing that brings your smile,
to my life,
to the boat where I navigate,
in a poisonous sea,
words of madness and tears,
in silence,
so I must be insane,
to feel for your lies
and there's a secret kiss
that will come with me
to my grave
tracing a line to a place of colors in the sky
dreams of night with full moons
how did your sting reach my throat?
or was it raining that day?
where the clock tic and then toc
around the fire
where I burned any trace left of thoughts
So I must be insane
Because I fell into you
frozen silhouette in a window with tones of blue
to disappear into some cave
rhythmic tics and dissonant tocs
never again,
until it happens again
because I fell for your eyes
only because of your smile
I will have left for somewhere where madness reigns
How did you find me here?
Don't you know I was lost?
Nevermore is saying your name
