| Running through the clouds of Valhalla I'm still living in Oblivion in my mind. What good is it being kept alive here in Heaven, if in the end of it all you're not mine. It's an empty existence with running in circles against a ne'erending clock. It's a race with no winners, without worthy endeavors, and no dismotivation to stop. But here I keep running 'cause I've got to do something 'lest I go crazy inside. And I hold onto hope and cling to old rotes in hopes that they'll all re-come true. But what I need's you here now with a smile and your arms and I need to feel the warmth of your skin, so that with your skin against mine and the feel of your lips, I'll know that you still exist. |