The Definition Of Love, Desire And Other Distorted Feelings

The miles on your shoes, does it differ,
Does the difference, which seems to be there,
Hold you against this wall of the future?
Across the building built of insanity I hear
Every whisper calling out your name combined
With either fear, comfort or desire – terms again
For feelings which will pass along again without doubt
Don’t forget to breathe when you determine all the sentences
The shadows form another world to distract you again
Leave them to play with the light and they’ll be fine
The windows of the present past are locked, shut from here
Can’t you see it’s another part of the presence I fear?
Through the glass lies the outside world, in wait
Does it ever wonder about the vast space this building holds?
Shattered on my floor it’s making a mess of the memories
Out of every silent whisper I got from you this falls
Through and through the sunset it is told, but I
Can’t see the clouds, the light, this image, for you
Told me the windows are just part of this closed part
Breaking into this building without a sense at all

And within this building, with feelings along
We bring another part to this definition of love, desire
Including the distorted feelings that kept us strong
And the search for this definition is keeping me in the fire

The images in your skies, does it differ,
Does the difference, which seems to be there,
Hold you up against this door of the past?
Across the building of insanity I hear
Another world calling it near – for I am
Just a part of this complete puzzle of madness
The closed door which holds you near me – locked again
By every other memory you ever held within
Come closer and break my own existence in parts
Leave them to play with the light and they’ll be fine
The ceiling across the barren sky I hold close,
Forming with only the cracks this present future
Combined with the silence I’ve been carrying along,
Does it mark your different miles on your shoes?
Bringing down the completed sentences I hear another one,
Telling me the ceiling will always be broken from this view
Made out of only glass I keep getting reflections
When searching for the source, the words and this light
I still linger through the shattered pieces of this ceiling
Breaking into this building without a sense

And within this building, without any defense
We find another part of this definition of love, desire
And every other distorted feeling that made no sense
But the search for this definition is keeping me in the fire
And it’s all again and again
Between the walls of the future, the windows of the present past
Entwined with only the doors of the past, the ceiling of the present future