that's the kind of pride
like waterfall touching the rock
the moonlit glazing the lake
subtle as a fuschia pink jacket
glow in the dark of the night
scarlet paper airplane flying high
the favorite soundtrack playing backwards
going back to the start
sending to first beat
i put my broken heart back
since it was broken like bread crumbs
paint it golden
i barely hear it's beating
then you walk in..
a ray of light
my sunshine..
it's blinding
but blurry like a memory
pressing the play button
with the warmest touch
the tape starts playing the right track
we're dancing like no one is watching
while our world is falling apart
through the limitation
we're dancing until the clouds come in
telling us it was a sin
you belong to the clouds
the clouds hold you so tight
no more light
it's pitch black
