The pitch-black canvas of the sky
stares at me, I don’t know why
I wonder ‘bout its lack of stars
who knows how old and far they are ?
Melancholy in everything
and vast as all the cosmos
so all I ever do is sing
these lyrics of loss
to me they sound like everything
these lyrics of loss
So gaze into the mystery
riddle of all, you and me
and wonder ‘bout all the questions
and the answers, all the lessons
refr.
Coda: and all our past
is wide and vast
it’s beyond the beyond
no ties no bonds
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