Broken Paragraphs.

and i guess there's not much harm i'll do,
in having one more dream of you.
'cause it's far from hurting younger hearts,
that fall and smash right from the start.

but if neither of us care for these words,
i guess it' just something to do,
much more than broken paragraphs,
and useless words for short cheap laughs.

Love just isn't open enough for us,
and it couldn't work even if it was.
For lack of faith, and lack of soul,

Love just watched us fall as we let it pass.
and in this broken world we might meet at last.
we could be underneath an endless sea,
breathing in the guilt we speak.
And when the Earth stands still at last,
we'll break the sky and forget the past.