Paris - BT

Burning of a million torches

All that bare your name

So in their darkness,

they bring you great light

And sonorous of black holes

you steal their flame

So I’m learning protection

For my self contained light

In a plethora of burning suns,

In the blackest of pure twilight

And although I wish

to give endlessly

I will not relinquish my sight

Let us linger in our luster together

Together in this Parisian

garden of light

So in this perfect of hours

And in our silent of space

Pray the world grows perfectly still

And surrender to our silence, yea

Let me come

Be still in your silence

Be silent and hopeful

Again…

I’d like for you

To be still in our silence

Be golden in darkness

A g a i n