I'm running away through the dark,
to that ... quiet place.
That place nobody knows inside my heart,
just for one more taste.
A taste of you once more,
Silently, sweetly, passionately holding me.
Laughing and prodding me with your austere essence,
Grasping, guiding, just why can't anybody see?
A million raindrops flow over that spot,
washing away any memory of us,
spilling it out on the ground, not his guts.
And, beginning to teach me to run away,
from everything.
Sorround my soul in the many sounds I wish I could hear,
Where are you? Oh, please tell me where?
Yes I'm,
Running away through the dark,
to that ... quiet place.
That place nobody knows inside my heart,
just for one more taste.
Everything I try but you won't come back to me,
Hiding away these tears ever so diligently,
Smiling like you do,
Yeah, sure, sir, I love you too.
Yearning for that one person who truly still knows me,
I give up,
I need you but its always silent,
I hear you but,
the crowds always violent,
I cry for you,
but the atmosphere's always violet.
Yeah, so I'm,
Running away through this dark,
to that ... quiet place,
That place no one can see inside my heart,
Just for one more taste.
There can be no haste.
I'm running away,
to that quiet place.
Sometimes when things aren't going perfectly, its best to run and hide, to a place that lets you think and imagine. Too many being making too much noise (whether conventional or psychological) could make the situation build on top of itself and cause you so much harm you could get sick.
Lotsa love,
-Wildrose
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