This Time Imperfect

We held hands on the last night on earth, our mouths filled with dust We kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river So we walked through the waste, where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner" The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom, and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two I rode alone You said, "The cinders are falling like snow" There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence of blue and grey Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines But still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward And somewhere in the wilderness, we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message I cannot leave here, I cannot stay Forever haunted, more than afraid Asphyxiate on words I would say I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue There are no flowers, no, not this time There'll be no angels gracing the lines Just these stark words I find I'd show a smile but I'm too weak I'd share with you, could I only speak Just how much this hurts me I cannot stay here, I cannot leave Just like all I loved, I'm make believe Imagined heart, I disappear Seems no one will appear here and make me real There are no flowers, no, not this time There'll be no angels gracing the lines Just these stark words I find I'd show a smile but I'm too weak I'd share with you, could I only speak Just how much this hurts me I'd tell you how it haunts me I'd tell you how it haunts me (Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams) I'd tell you how it haunts me (Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams) You don't care that it haunts me There are no flowers, no, not this time There'll be no angels gracing the lines Just these stark words I find I'd show a smile but I'm too weak I'd share with you, could I only speak Just how much this hurts me Just how much this hurts me Just how much you...