What will I do when the waters in your eyes never shine?
My heart whispers these words words I'll never be able to say, words that could break the precious white wings of our bird. Is it possible that these words will hold the ship at bay?
What will I do when the waters in your eyes never shine? What will I do when all happiness in your being has been sucked dry? What will I do when the muscles are shut down just like the front line? What will I do when the personality no longer has a beautiful blue sky?
My eyes have these tears forming and I can't make them stop, because the thoughts make this rendezvous seem silly and screwed-up. What will I do when our world is taken away to get chopped, like a pig being raised only to be put into a death cup?
What will I do when you're gone? If you runaway would I be able to move on? What will I do after our imaginary world is shrunk and dried up like a pond? What will I do when you're gone, how would I ever move on?