Director in the Dark

We held the world like it was ours
In our innocent and unfit hands
Bend the rules to leave mark
Into an arch of desert islands

Worn out dreams
Empty promises
Blinding beams
Cleaved by
Broken glass
Dried out seeds
We stray
On a blanc trail to pass

Nothing
No one’s left around here
Limbs lost
Far in the distance

Nothing
No one’s left around here
Faded out
Every outline’s missing

Director in the Dark…

We tightly held each other still
It was the last thing we would ever feel
Your breath upon my shoulder
Before we passed event horizon

No more tasting the berries
No more smelling the trees
Carried on by gravity we
Got no more senses left to feed

Nothing
No one’s left around here
Limbs lost
Far in the distance

Nothing
No one’s left around here
Faded out
Every outline’s missing