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Pearl, your thoughts are growing too tall and your pushing towards the ceiling.
Connected to your breathing tube you try to reach the heavenly sky.
Not again, everyone around me died in my youth and I buried it inside.
Friends, we never met again and we're never going to be that way again.
I fear we're just ordinary failures and it's tearing us apart.
Nothing lasts forever but I hope you never die.
I've been looking at ghosts in mirrors,
There is nothing there inside.

Life flight goes by under red skies every night and I'm tired of these rooms.
Nothing has changed, it's all the same walking on the streets to escape the inside.
Faint clouds emerge from the factory poles and years old trash floats by.
I saw balloons from the helium tanks try and go up in the rainy sky.
Like red beacons of hope they hold our aspirations for something better.

Pearl, if it shall be that we drink to one another,
It will be that we dissolve our blood in wine.
With one prick of our upper lips you unite your flesh with mine.
As I hold you tight so as my might protects your memory pores.
Those microscopic thieves of sentient exfoliation will not enter.
With beating hearts our blood cells slowly dance intertwined.
Like balloons moving upward. Stay in my arms which were only meant for you.

Facing pain and knowing the origin of the past is what will make us stronger.
Because eyes lie and photographs decay I will drink your sight.
Forever.