I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling. falling. falling. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling, falling. falling.
Where is the sun?
My body has finally exhausted the energy saved from the last I saw her.
The moon's light is second-hand
Only a reflection of her master.
It is distorted and disillusions me.
Come back to me Oh, Sun.
My petals are shut tight in your absence.
Find the hole in the woods where I hide
Sing so that I may dance again
Where are you Sun?
Am I on your dance floor, on the bleachers, waiting for a turn
Or have you abandoned my planet altogether
There was a promise of a love
From durable lips
I watch it sit on the edge of the world,
Ready for the word of the wind to drop into nothingness.
Find me Oh, Sun.
The stars will align when our song is sung and our dance is danced.
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