Desire is a formless thing
As I lie in my bed,
I know I disappeared. I know, I disappeared. I, know I disappeared. I know I, disappeared. I know. I disappeared. I know . . .
But I’m here now.
Dawn breaks beyond the window. The blush of a new day tinging the horizon with…
You’re my unfinished song.The one I know betterin minute details of dreamswhere I am a storm chaserhunting our hurricanes.