[Verse]
Would it even ripple, stone in the sea?
Or sink to the bottom, where the echoes don’t breathe?
I’m talking silent screams, lost in the void,
Heart’s a fragile toy, and you press to destroy.
I’m a poet in ruins, lines crack when I write,
The moon’s my only witness in the cold, lonely night.
If I could tell you, would the words even stick,
Or slip like oil, in a flame, burnt quick?
[Chorus]
If I could profess my love for you,
Would it matter, would it break through?
Words in the air, would they float or fall?
Would it mean nothing, or would it mean all?
[Verse 2]
Your eyes, two galaxies, distant and cold,
A warmth I imagine but can’t seem to hold.
I’m drowning in the space between your glance and my plea,
Lost in a cosmos where it’s just you and me.
The clock ticks loud, every second a wound,
Time’s a thief in the night, stealing dreams too soon.
I wonder if my voice could bend through your walls,
Or would it shatter, dust in your marble halls?
[Chorus]
If I could profess my love for you,
Would it matter, would it break through?
Words in the air, would they float or fall?
Would it mean nothing, or would it mean all?