Paramours Keep You Alive

Something's blocked in the way. It never apparently made a sound. Your vision of lust is blinding everything else and I'm unable to do anything even though I wish I could. Nothing was said but everyone moves on, isn't that right? Everyone moves on and you feel somehow stuck in your own world. And it's always easy to look at the blame game as a way out for everything. But the fault is torn down the middle and I wonder who has the black and red side and who has the clean slate to walk off with.

Only paramours keep you alive
Only distant hearts are any worth to you
Is it always broken
Despite everything being the same
It's always different

Different landscapes to picture the moon. Painting life inside a new cocoon which feels like the old one only that little bit stronger and more empty.

Only paramours keep you alive
Only distant hearts are any worth to you
Is it always broken
Despite everything being the same
It's always different