proxima

i take a handful of your light
sliding down on me
from where you sleep
amongst the silence
and the night will never end
i take a handful of your life
and breathe it in again

comets like moth brushing past your face
are mistaking fire for flowers
and burn without a trace

i take a handful of your glare
crushing down on me
from out of your dream
when you never know me and you never care
that deity can hurt her man
i give you heartful of my love
i give you everything i can

comets like moth brushing past your face
are mistaking love for flowers
and burn without a trace