Etched in your memory, only a fragmentation,
Visualise you with shut eyes, paint you with my imagination,
I cannot seem to find the correct calculation,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid equation.
Faith = Words + Action
My heart strings you strum,
My veins, circulate blood to the beat of your drum,
Drained of my innocence, I feel numb,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid sum.
Faith = Words + Action
Blue really is the warmest colour,
Like a symphony orchestra,
Puppeteer my emotions as if you were a conductor,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid formula.
Faith = Words + Action
I will love you till the rivers run dry,
An endless supply,
A flood of the tears I cry,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid lie.
Faith = Words + Action
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