Forward onto dawn.
Backwards, so long.
I could never find a rhyme.
To explain how she makes me feel, but this time-
I'll take my time with this beer.
And I'll let time steer.
Aestivia, can't you see?
I'm never going to be the man you need.
Aestivia, can't you see?
Even angels bleed.
Forward into tomorrow.
Backwards, with a sanity to borrow.
I could never write a song-
to prove that she was wrong.
I'll take these scars.
The only things that have been with me consistently, so far.
Aestivia, can't you see?
I'm never going to be the man you need.
Aestivia, can't you see?
Even angels bleed.
Aestivia, Aestivia.
I should not have planted my seed.
Aestivia, can't you see?
'Twas my heart's purest greed.
I'm sorry that it was me-
dragging you down as I held desperately,
on those pure, white wings.
I'm sorry that it was me-
desperately trying to be-
something like a chrysanthemum, instead of a weed.
Aestivia, can't you see?
I'm never going to be the man you need.
Aestivia, can't you see?
Even angels bleed.
Aestivia, Aestivia.
I should not have planted my seed.
Aestivia, can't you see?
'Twas my heart's purest greed.
Fly away on those soiled wings.
Leave today, go find a king.
Either way, I've always been dying.
As your naked body soars overhead,
I've never wished this much to be dead.
Aestivia, remember my broken down heart.
When you so hesitantly part.
