We run with passion,/
headlong toward each other. The/
crash merges our souls.
We run with passion,/
headlong toward each other. The/
crash merges our souls.
She deep dreamed,
and in her sleep it seemed
she felt purged
of constant worry.
In no hurry
she merged,
felt divine
as she entwined
in her dream state
with her soul mate.
And when her morning alarm
ripped her from his arms,
she waited, and lay,
and started her day
slowly,
wishing only
to hold onto feeling
what dreams were revealing.
Oh! That I could be there to watch your supernova explode!/
I sometimes wish I could help you carry your load,/
but then I remember you are strong,/
and it’s so obviously wrong/
to merge, uninvited, onto your road.