And there is you, everywhere.
Such words are not worth a dime to you, maybe. Throw it away, far away,
Pass those amazing sunset and layers and layers of horizon. Throw it, I beg you, throw it all away.
But hear me Love, Im dying.
Because your beauty infects me,
and Im afraid the only way to cure it, is to confess it, decorate it around you,
So if you stop me from saying it. Still I wouldnt mind at all, because your tears on my grave explains it all.
