The wind blows my hair,
In my eyes.
Its doesn't matter at all; I don't need to see
to feel.
The blackness of the night close in.
Your hand in my mine, sweaty and soft.
The lights burn our eyes.
People speak;
People shuffle;
People move;
but we don't notice.
We live in our own world.
Spinning,crashing, gliding into each other.
Our hearts beat as one, ever lasting force.
The world fades to blackness
nothing matters,
but the look in your eyes.
Nothing can change the way we feel
no distance,
no people,
no darkness,
can separate our souls;
That have now become
one