Floating By

Help me, I'm just floating by,

With empty pictures chasing time.

To the light with open arms,

But darkness comes with every call.

CH

This is what we came here for.

With death and all his roses at the door;

With madness as our only escape.

Breathe with me until it's too late.

These blue sheets stained with my own thoughts,

Waiting for these white shadows to come.

Is this the life for you and me,

To wait until our hands they start to bleed,

To walk until these trees have no leaves,

To live as if the dark is at our feet?

CH