Meet me, on the corner

Leave me, at the border

And I love it

Falling through the water

Divine disorder

Bittersweet proportion

Won't you chase me? My Lyre My border

Won't you face me

In the black water

Everything I write is either for her or about her

Turn your head towards me and forget about your blurs

Your blurs

Drips like water, I'm run down

Without your affection I might drown

Vivid memories, nothing but a sound

Nothing but a sound

And you know I won't call you, yeah it is what it is

And you know I won't call you, yeah it is what it is

And you know I won't call you, yeah it is what it is

And you know I won't call you, yeah it is what it is