STORM & FLO - Time Machine (The Present)

House Set from 1995-2005 March 3, 2010 Sshhh... and quieten your voice Don’t make a sound, and listen to the silence resound This is Being Alive When I feel and touch and bathe in pain When I wait around and stare just to see you smile again I want to breathe the air that you share, and join your hands with my own Get closer to your face and know every angle and feature, I moan And long for, crave for your presence For the tell tale signs that tell me are hidden within your essence And to get close, and closer, with my heart imploding in my chest A thousand brilliant melodies and visuals that elude all the rest With tremors enough to bring this world down to ashes and dust And feelings that echo around broken foundations that stand tall, I must Get it all out, escape its fate, and let my breathing lie heavy I need to get down on my knees, and hold your hand, and whisper all that you mean to me Because time passes me by, and the bass drum pounds, and the ending is nigh And my eyes, they’ve never seen so clearly and yet you’ve never been so blind Because I’d wound up with my words in knots and their lies in my hair With long forgotten promises I’ve left behind and forgotten for lack of air Why is it so hard to breathe when I’ve just remembered what it’s like to be alive And why do they hurt me so when I’m the one who could save your life With every sacrifice and spell and combination of words from past eras long dead gone I’d resuscitate hope and fix up some fragmented life in order to bring back and hear once more your long departed song ©2009-2010 ~maidenofwar