[khg] oh but oh

[empallin]

we hold hands and stare
with out logic or reason
stare into the dark
and the darkest parts
of minds that dont mind

that perfect darkness
in a room full of lights
before everything changes
as we hand the world over
and slide into solitude

the minutes pass like hours
enjoying this company
this wrecked companionship
this elusive feeling
that we are where we belong

moving a little closer
trying to make some room
for things that bite and sting
all the things that can break
this far out from reality

stumbling drunk on emotions
bottled by the case
refined by time and distance
capped with tension
best served with intention

we could capture the mood
going mad in the process
only to throw the bottle
to the sourness of sunrise
as we go our separate ways

we hold hands and stare
into that perfect darkness
the minutes pass like hours
moving a little closer
to the coming explosion