I can feel you far away.
Your hesitation matching mine.
Sadness left us as the residue of uncompromising love,
Between the blind seeking adoration of bright doorways.
And sweet melodic voices dispersed by the wind crested in the park.
I can feel you far away with your earth blue eyes,
Catching the waves of unknown oceans not born,
Harvesting the sea Of torn lullaby's in the skies.
Your grief matching mine.
Touching glasses,
Toasting the totality of all time
When lovers fought behind the lines of red wine pouring from the gashes left behind
By the sweet pedals
of a Misunderstood Rose.
~ Serj Tankian
