We could be sinking into the jaws of some giant
Who puts all the elements on hold,
And puts our days on pause
Bright fire orange!
It must be the very pits of his soul we have reached
And the last few clouds, scratchmarks in the sky.
Like some desperate attempt of the sun to escape
Your eyes, like the top of the sky turned three times brighter and bluer
The baby blue descending on the orange
And the moon, the giant's eye, a slit
In the moment before he sleeps
Like he wants one last glimpse of his lover
Before sleep catches him and takes his sight
Some desperate attempt to dream of her
If she is the last thing he catches sight of
One little slit, before he can't hold it any longer
Like us, every night
Every lonely night
Every night I sleep next to your shadow
Every moment I walk in your wake
And you in mine
But so far away
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