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LIMINAL RAIN | The words.

I. colours and you

We draw our lines in the sand
To leave a mark that we’ve been here.
If nothing but this moment is us, my friend
Why am I that afraid of being still?

About to leave here
Together we fear
This love and lust.
It takes over us
And makes us go on
Like we’re fearless to trust
Each other
And look past
Our own selves
Morphing into those others
Who won’t last

We try to love the ones we don’t
Hurting patiently
How much is left of you and me?
We are free
Or so we say
Just to look the other way
Bending palms till they crack
To lose the urge to turn back
It’s a trap
Let go

Did I reflect a glimpse of a lie
Looking into your eyes
I think I know the answer deep inside.
Aren’t you terrified?
You’re on the move
Did you ever stop
Did you ever try

Don’t turn back

We try to love the ones we don’t
Hurting patiently
How much is still left of you and me?
Are we free
What would you say
Why do you look the other way
Why do we forget
To let the moments pass
So they could stay with us

II. joists

I am by the sea
And so are you
I go there when I speak to you
Right next to me
I feel something no one can see.
Some doors they close
Before you know
Yet we say that there’s still time
We are not done and
We won’t fall
The greatest illusion of all

Even though we hide it so well
We all know what’s in our personal hell
Out of focus
Deep asleep
We splice our storylines
To hide in between
But I want it all in mine
I’m with you
You are not here

Maybe this pain we feel
Makes what’s gone stay forever here

Afraid of playing the fearless
Holding onto the dearest
So hard that the knuckles turn white
Stitching the things meant to be seamless
Finding heroes in villains
Telling ourselves it’s well worth a try
To make what happened unhappen somewhere back in time

I wish we could talk
I wish I could know that we will one day
Sometimes I feel we choose to draw our lives in coal and chalk
While knowing that the rains will come and wash it all away

Even though we hide it so well
We all know what’s in our personal hell
Out of focus
I’m here and so are you
This dreamlike haze I’m moving through
You have to go
This is a trap
I love you so
Please don’t turn back

III: lock

Walking down the familiar streets
Looking ahead, biting my lips
The sixth sense reigns over me
Five blocks more and we’ll be free
Wondering why it feels so strange
Four strangers ahead, someone tries to engage
I hear me say three words on the go
I feel time is running low
Stopping feels like a mistake
Two blocks ahead I have a turn to take
The one I’ve taken so many times before
I imagine my footsteps approaching the door

Consumed I feel how much I care
I’m on my way
Soon I’m there
Consumed I feel how much I care
But I’m not really there
I’m not

Disappeared behind the corner, far and away
If we are strangers now
Who’ will keep us sane?
What if our eyes lock again someday?
I know it would all stop
Would I choose to look away?

Trapped by a need of change in me
I think I could not see
This all behind my back
It’s all the same in front of me
Aren’t we living for the empty spaces
To fill in the blanks that we feel we must
To mirror times and places
That we so wanted to last

All we do is disappear around the corners
Losing each other, turning into roamers
Running blindly away
Why do we secretly hope to make it back one day?
If our eyes lock
Would I choose to look away?

IV: thoroughfares

Flickering light
This place is so crowded
This night
Or is it still day
What would you say
I think I lost sight
Of time
We are all here to hide
Bending the lines
Trapped in between
Simmering
Inside

This place is a hive
Dozens of stories coming alive
Holding hands feels like a must
Hands lock in endless lust
Fast past the unsaid and undone
Being past being someone to no one
This moment is the one.

I think I’ve seen
All colours bleed
They meet
To meld into each other
In need
I don’t need any of it
I want to feel
Black and white
You stay or you leave
Let go or hold tight
I need to feel I’m not losing time
I need to feel I’m not losing

Just to feel free
And fine for a moment in time
Your hand in mine
Do it for me
Or for yourself
See if it means something
See if it would mean something
You already know the answer so well
We fill ourselves up with stories
Which one would you choose to tell?

Look, can’t you see
Those colours bleed
They meet
To mould
The new roads
We are dying to need
But this isn’t fucking it
I need to feel
Black and white
You stay or you leave
Moderation aside
When hiding stops feeling right
When hiding stops we start to feel