Three weeks ago, the last time we spoke.
Today's distance holds us too far to measure and tomorrow will never
hold us that close.
Our hands once stitched together, weaving blood streams into one.
Arteries under pressure, sharing breath in our lungs.
Crossing our hearts, hoping to die, if fingers untangled attempt to defy.
Passion above all else
Giving my heart or nothing else.
What's left of myself, isn't myself.
When used up and placed on a shelf.
Passion above all else.
I opened up a hole in my chest, so deep,
and extracted so much of myself that one can't help but hurt.
This time I'm going to feel it in the morning.
I dream of love, when love can't be seen.
I don't forgive you for giving up on me,
But I understand what causes distance and loss of interest.
You said you would give up the world.
I have never meant so much to someone and been so soon forgotten.
Passion pledges never to wander, never to wonder.
What could be different, what could be undone?
Swearing to stay true, undiluted following through.
Focused on the sun.
Bearer of all purity.
Shuttering out discouraging light, channeling streams of foresight.
To warm my face and never replace
Passion as the source of all grace.
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Music and Lyrics by John Lutzow