Lost on Me - Arc Iris
Holding on
Is it too long
Masturbating on a sorrowed mind
Holding on
Is it too long
Masticating on an empty mine
Symphonies
Of words to please
Your expectations
Constantly
Our molding minds
Are rotting waste
Or each other's
Second faces
The future beckons
The story weeps
Against the cold
The sudden heat
Of heaven's breath
Upon my nape
A drape of lace
Across my face
Between the cracks
A rainbow shines
Among the colors
I walk blindly
Swimming in
Ephemeral seeds
These songs of ours
The giving tree of
Still ours
Still ours
Still ours
Holding on
Is it too long
Masturbating on a sorrowed mind
Holding on
Is it too long
Masticating on an empty mind
