Where We Are Right Now

In the end when love dies

You and I are lovers,

Time is our only war,

The moment is our only peace

I wrote this for you or was it for Elise

Never mind, in the mood listening Bethoven's classical masterpiece

 

It seems we have nothing in common

But a tragedy and a moment

Of weakness and love, bunch of morons

Slaves of the moment

 

But we had to go Vegas

Making it official

Circle on the circles that we run with

But what do we really know

 

You ask where I'm from

I'm only interested in were you going

My past is a mystery I bury everywhere I go

Your past is shiny with all accolades

 

You live for a moment,

I live as if time is stolen

I'm always running even from myself

You are free spirit.

 

This won't work. Can I get a divorce?