NOW WE'RE BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR US HERE
THE FIRE AND ASH AROUND US
BURNS CEASELESSLY INTO HOT AIR
BUT WE WEREN'T ALWAYS LIKE THIS
WE WERE INSEPERABLE
NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO YOU
IN THIS TOWER GLOWING WITH LIFE
TREES AND PLANTS AND WHATNOT
LIKE AN ADVANCED LABORATORY
THE LIGHT REFLECTS INTO MY EYES
THE LIFE FROM THESE PLANTS,
I FEEL IT AS I GENTLY TOUCH THE FLOWERS
BUT MY HAND IS PUSHED AWAY BY WATER ABOVE
SPRINKLERS STINGING MY HAND
THEY DIDN'T HURT, I WAS JUST SURPRISED
YOU WALKED IN BEHIND ME
I COULD HEAR YOU, FEEL YOU
I EYED YOU, THEN YOUR LIPS
THEN YOUR EYES AGAIN
YOU SAID SOMETHING
BUT I COULDN'T HEAR IT
YOUR VOICE IS TOO SOFT, TOO GENTLE
THE LOUD SPRINKLERS FEEDING THE PLANTS
OVERPOWER YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE
SO WE'RE STARING, TEN FEET APART
I WANT YOU TO BE MINE
YOU WANT ME OUT OF YOUR LIFE
THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID TO ME LAST TIME
BUT NOW YOU'RE HERE
YOU TRY WALKING TO ME
BUT A BRIGHT LIGHT FROM ABOVE SEPERATES US
CREATING A WALL OF PROMISES
THAT NEITHER OF US BOTHERED TO KEEP
BUT LIKE MOTHS TO A FLAME, WE CONQUERED
WE PURGED THE WALL, LETTING OUR HANDS TOUCH
INTERLACING OUR FINGERS WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER DONE-
SECOND ONLY TO BEING YOURS FOR A MOMENT
IT WAS EUPHORIC, IT FELT UNREAL
I SAW YOU TAKE A STEP THROUGH THE LIGHT
BUT I DIDN'T SEE YOU LEAP INTO MY ARMS
IT WAS TOO FAST FOR MY BLIND EYE TO SEE
NOW YOU'RE HERE, IN MY ARMS
AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, I PLACE A FINGER BELOW YOUR CHIN
I RAISE YOUR FACE, RAISE YOUR LIPS TO MINE
AND I GIVE YOU ONE LAST KISS
ONE KISS GOODBYE BEFORE WE'RE BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE BUILDING WAS WAITING FOR
I SPENT MY LIFE, GAVE MY LIFE TO THESE PROJECTS
NOW WE CAN'T LET THEM GET OUT
NOT THEM, NOT ME
BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO COME, YET
YOU SEALED YOUR FATE WALKING INTO THE LIGHT
I WISH I COULD'VE KISSED YOU LONGER
HELD YOU LONGER, I WISH I HEARD YOU
I WISH I HEARD YOU SAY I LOVE YOU
INSTEAD OF SEEING IT
BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY I LOVE YOU BACK
NOW WE'VE BEEN BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS
NOW, THIS FEELS FINE
GIVING MY LIFE TO YOU
INSTEAD OF TO THIS HEARTLESS CAUSE
MASKED BY THE BEAUTY OF A LONE CHERRY BLOSSOM
LEFT TO DIE AFTER THE EXPLOSION
AND PERHAPS THAT BLOSSOM WILL BE BURNT TO SMITHEREENS