Play The Lullaby

You paint me a different season. Inside and out. The purity in the colours. All your words in different languages bring reminders of dead feelings resurrected from the grave. The new lining being silver once again. Cultivate my entity. Our mutual identity. It never exists but it does in our fractured minds.

And the picture stands. Walks. Moves. Talks. Creatures form. Born by birth. Die by death. Made in marriage. A new law in factories. All our buildings believe. Close us off to believe we are the same thing. And yet it means nothing to me until I'm in the hall waiting for you. And it's no good fuelling old dreams by haunted desires that taste of bitter regrets. It's your call and I'm facing the strain.

Play the lullaby that sends me to sleep. Place your ice cold hands on my head and shut me off. Play the lullaby that sends me to sleep. Close your eyes and make sure. That's all that's needed. It's what we're all looking forward. I can hear the heartache in your voice. I can hear the heartache. The more I fight, the more I give in. The more I give in, the sweeter you make it. The sweeter it is, the more I want to melt in the sunshine with you by my side. And I've got nothing more to hide anymore. And I want to hide but only if you let me.