The Last Dancer

Yellow shatters of street lights
flicker from back into my eyes,
as if the night has never changed,
on my old jacket full of time
those raging lines waking up in
distance.

Church bells echo the air,
from the bell tower you wave
farewell,
so i freeze in glimpse of fire,
in those eyes i left all my desire,
in that song i found my flare.

I can still see the aurora inside of your eyes
the wildest silence gliding up my
spine
of what dreams had offered, but the
life kept hidden away.

It screams from outside my door
the beating of wildest thoughts,
as if we were still there
on my dirty shirt spilled by beer
with speeding riffs of an un-affair.

Open up your wine
cuz right down on my spine
i can feel the road,
out of pavement lines
on bet of my last dime
your eyes are my home.

I can still see the aurora inside of your eyes
the wildest silence gliding up my
spine
of what dreams had offered, but the
life kept hidden away.

What a beautiful night to die
laying in the closet
smelling what was in time
and it whispers
for me to let it in
pumping drums of adrenaline
i put you on
my jacket of dawn
riding back into time
on the ripples of my heart's synths.