a lazy afternoon
the breeze was soft and warm
a touch of perfume on her skin
the sun was radiant
a time of equinox
she was a game to win
and she owned the air
and a smile to wear
the brazen her delight
her steps towards the night
he aimed to score the queen of hearts
to make the darkness hide
she kept the moon inside
her planted seed would be his star
and her mystery like a symphony
and oh how the violin
would make the air go
trembling like the silence
between the movements of the wings
of a seagull in black and white
in deep slow motion
she wouldn't even cry
he didn't ask her why
cause she had him to survive
inside her charcoal eye
he saw her sparkle die
it made him feel alive
and when he fell asleep
she would fall down deep
and please
three four
ha ha ha
ah ah
the youthful paradigm
would change the second time
and pride would be her fear
turn brightness into shade
her flame would slowly fade
and her childhood disappeared
the youthful paradigm
would change the second time
and pride would be a fear
to brightness into shade
and a flame would slowly fade
and her childhood appear
come on
