Attempts to speak as the flowers die.
Crawls to her, washes his feelings down.
Dreams of her, yet he'll have to drown.
Talks to her. Talks himself to sleep.
Fears for her, fears his dreams to keep.
Grasps her dreams, her wishes
Begs to stars and crosses
Breaks him down gently,
'Cause he's still mourning his losses.
He kills reason itself,
And still finds nothing.
Her hairs lie on a shelf,
Treasure Coffin.
He will never get her,
She's bored of love from him.
She loathes his presence.
So he watches from a distance.
He wants to feel her.
She wants to pull apart.
Dreams have turned to dirt.
Dirt became his heart.
Nirvana Blue
