L'ivresse des Lucioles

Glory of Yours

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

Despair,

We seemed to find our home,

through the city darkness

and those crumbling hands,

Beautifully laced,

in the cold evening wind

both pure and freezing,

helplessly praying.

Love,

What if dawn never appears

and the world ends spinning,

around your fleeting eyes,

carelessly.

Would we finally try,

to say something

drowning in the mess we've made

For what's uncompromising,

Forever wondering.

Yearning,

I long to lose myself,

in moving desire

Wandering along the fading streets,

filled by that unreal gleam

And loving it,

more than everything else,

someone could

ever bring me.

I can feel your fear,

echoing through the glowing walls

The early sunlight

slowly pierce,

all across the room.

Ache slowly desappears,

Your warmth feels like a thrill,

delicate and beating

pushing all through the sorrow,

of our fierce embrace

Tragically melting.

Hopeless,

We used to believe,

we were never

meant to be.