I am prepared
I need you intensely
I'm falling
losing your altitude
I'm crying
insane and raving madly
But I live on in solitude.
How could I ever learn
from this act
How might I perceive
a new ghost
My heart differs from passion
and maybe fact
My mind needs those...
...eyes which look crying upon mine
Mysteries, black and gold
in the middle
Saying to me
I need your rope and line
to pull you out a little