Until Now

And Today We Live










Wednesday, October 18, 2006 / 4:00 AM


THE WAY I SEE YOU

I thought I had my freedom
You didn't even ask
It hit me like a shotgun
Like a cannon blast
And you are so elusive
Why you gotta be so detached?
From the corner of your eye
I thought I saw you look my way
Did you see me looking back?

Oh I just want to know

Baby, Do you see me
The way I see you the way I see you?
Baby, Do you see me
The way I see you the way I see you?

Why do you give me
So little of you I'm out here on thin ice
Hoping I don't break through
You can say you are naive
But I think you know the truth
You made a prisoner of me
But I'm hanging onto the belief
That my time is almost through

Baby, Do you see me
The way I see you the way I see you?
Baby, Do you see me
The way I see you the way I see you?



In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.