If every wish lost its soul when it died there would be ten thousand heavens inside my heart. If every eye shut for a final time, no one would see me dancing alone. I’ve got a pocket full of broken hope and every beggar on every street corner inside my mind wants what I’ve got. I could just as easily wear my heart on my sleeve but blood stained anything is out of style this year. I know there are still places inside of you that remember me, just as I know there are unborn dreams in every wink of sleep I passed up waiting on a call. I could have been the last breath in your lungs and you would have used it to tell someone else “I love you”. I could have been so much tonight, if only I had the strength to dance until morning. Reasoning has left hope unexplored and I cannot bear to think of holding a moment void of time.
