Lead me under starry skies

away from all the angry eyes

away from fiery boiling breath

far from my own dreamy death

 

It’s cold, I say

I look at you

fear is really nothing new

but here I stand on my two feet

there’s no fire and there’s no heat

 

Mirrored on my vacant face

lies the vast expanse of space

I am me, and you are you

and one plus one does not make two

but two plus two makes four, then five

I realize that I’m alive

 

Frequencies of all the sound

multiplied by miles around

heat and love, day and light

sense is made of the cold night

 

I am me, and you are you

one plus one now equals two.

 

~MV

 

 

 

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