A lie I have to say again,
Smiling…
Like someone distressed
By your words.
An ache you give to me, with a smile:
Boring times
Spent in a colorful city
Spin ’round and ’round—
Twirling about??
You’re too far away for me to hear…
It seems there’s something required
That we’re both lacking.
The distance between our yearning hands is still too far…
No matter how close we get,
It’s never zero.
An outline envelops your body;
I touch it with my voice
And turn the world around!
From amid the twisted frequencies,
I call to you, even now.
I’m waiting for ya,
So call me out!
When all the moralists are gone,
Heartfelt lies
Will become songs
Filled with inconsistent values.
Well, have you ever hurt me?
But I’m sure even you
Will use different colors
To create—to paint??
Will we someday come to a compromise,
With so many sorrows, illusions, and platitudes?
Don’t you see?
But even if we cry from our misunderstandings,
It’s still better,
Than lying to one another.
The two hands I thought I’d extended toward you,
Suddenly brushed thin air…
As you slid down.
But I still want to touch you.
So think of painful words,
Turn it up,
And feel me first!
A voice different from yours: a fragment.
If you search it out,
I’ll be there!
With plugs inserted all over my body,
Someday, I’ll connect.
And beyond that??
I’ll touch your world!
So call me first.
Just turn it loud!