Without the moisture to feed the plants, streams
We'd have a thirsty world, unable to feed itself
You cry for the approaching night, darkened sky
But you must know, even the earth must sleep
You are selfish, your whims foolish, the world bereft
No, you cannot explain, stop asking me why
All you desire is the moment, how you feel
And that you wish to be the only one left
“I want to make Romeo jealous! I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.”
