Gone are my senses

They’re gone with the wind

Gone is the fragile balance between love and loving hate

Gone is the illusion that I can control my life

Gone is the delicate veil that protects me from the lie

I can’t control my monkey brain

I can’t switch off my thoughts

It’s driving me insane

My world is full of doubt

I know I shouldn’t worry, but the mountain is too steep

I know I shouldn’t worry, but the night gives me the creeps

 

For you, I’ll cross the ocean

I’ll swim against the tide

For you, I’ll cross the desert

A guiding Star at night

 

Gone is the wind that blows away the clouds

Gone is my voice that used to be too loud

Gone is the idea that I make a difference somehow

Gone is the poem that used to make me proud

At night I lie awake and think I about the darkest hour

At night I lie awake, but then your breathing calms me down

I know I shouldn’t worry, but the pond is too deep

I know I shouldn’t worry, but the night gives me the creeps