We’ve even forgotten how to use our imaginations.
Spewing impatient denial,
We scatter reasons: our reasons for it all.
We’ve even stopped having things we want to communicate.
Spewing impatient denial,
We scatter reasons: our reasons for it all.
At the ends of despair… our hands join…
And floating there is a subtle figure we thought was long gone.
From the depths of illusion… we reach out toward reality…
Melting away, the memories remain: a burning, true passion.
Rather than seeking from one another, it’s like we’re making an exchange:
Extending our flames as an offer.
Rather than simply understanding, it’s like we’re sharing our feelings:
So send them out into this unfading, unfaltering eternity.
Even our imaginations…
The meaning of losing them – and your own reason for it…
At the ends of despair… our hands join…
And floating there is a subtle figure we thought was long gone.
From the depths of illusion… we reach out toward reality…
Melting away, the memories remain: a burning, true passion.
Rather than spilling over, it’s like they’re flowing out:
These flames that illuminate our hearts.
Rather than simply understanding, it’s like we’re sharing our feelings:
So send them out into this unfading, unfaltering eternity.
Rather than seeking from one another, it’s like we’re making an exchange:
Extending our flames as an offer.
Rather than simply understanding, it’s like we’re sharing our feelings:
So send them out into this unfading, unfaltering eternity.