These hopeless romantics will fall off the earth and drown in the stars.
The water is cold but I can’t keep from staying under.
When contradictions are common place, there’s an certain irony in the air.
Walk upon the ground, fallen from the sky.
This glass walkway feels/seems so surreal.
Follow your footsteps all/on the way home.
Your world is a paradox
The face launched 1000 ships, the ships launched 1000 faces.
It’s been pouring for hours but I’m not even wet.
The horizon starts at/with the trees.
I’m seeing ghosts in my sleep, hiding in paper buildings of my dreams.
I can hear the ocean through your chest.
Brush your hair past/from your eyes for I want you to see all of this.
Branches hang like nooses from the trees.
You are/I am nothing but a polaroid in this motion picture.
The empire is falling, (like) faces dripping from the trees.
The mountains will never scream for you again.
Painted fishes swimming on their bowls.
Your love is as fake as the dreams in your skull.
Undiscovered mysteries still remain unnoticed from the bewilderment of our busy lives.
Every sign does not mean we’re moving on.
