Gleaming glares are now empty stares
But they feel so wild and nice
Melancholic melodies of the old piano
Tuning summits in your eyes
On a narrow cliff beneath the rills
Waves of fear is all we hear
Mine is for loss and grief
But yours is about your sleep
Country music paintings of muses
Delusions with confusing accuses
Ocean tides warnings for all my blind longing
Loosing ties with all my belongings
