You strike me as worlds apart and I like that. You're traveling full speed ahead. You're kicking up dust and you'd never know it. You've got poise. I think I know where you stand. Your world is romantic only when everything is changing.
But I told myself that I wouldn't stop. I only want to move forward. My hand is pulling me out there for my last embrace with the world. I hope to never turn inwards, not until I am broken, my body lifeless. Well what else is it for but to live it?
What your face does to me, the beauty of god. I try hard not to lose my head. My heart's beating rapidly. Like a rabbit running for its dear life and that's how I like it. What do our lives really mean when we're under the ground? I don't know, maybe nothing but I'm sure of the fact that I'm not a machine. I'm an animal. I'm not a machine. I'm an animal.