This world does not make sense
It is a lover's dance that ends too soon
A spotlight from the moon that disappears at dawn
Stolen kisses in hideaway rooms
Making love to strangers we know all too well
Lost moments and goodbyes that bleed from yesterday
Visions of what cannot be
In dreams that mock the daylight
We are but ghosts of hearts denied
Walking in the darkness blind and oblivious
Hearing music that no longer plays
We sway to the rhythm of our own twisted melodies
Forgetting all is gone
Holidays in the Sun that will never be
Still to come
In the graveyard of memory.
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