Write the scars away
right before the
                fall
like an ode to your dearest lover
as the sky decends in to blackness
and there's a cherry stick trapped
between pale painted lips

The night's too young
for this to happen, yet
we see the masquerade
of magic and music
and tonight...

It's just them in a way
they really can't help it
changing styles, and lovers
with exchanging ideas right around the corner
though this is all downplayed
by restless calm

Zie really can't tell
if it's all melodrama and poems
but what does it matter
when there's music and
Air