Noble Beast

I was in between.
I wasn’t offering.
I was a burnin’ branch.
Close to feeling tall.
Almost afraid to fall.

I was made of chance.
And when the colours bleed, 
Mix of my memories, 
When I ride the moon.

I’ll just be a sound you heard.
I’ll be a foreign word.
It’s me and your type of blue, 
And I leave that here with you.

Ohhh
Lines wither, 
And you got a face like no other, 
I’ll keep it where I see things right.
Ohhh
Darkness comes, 
But you got a way like no other one, 
I’ll keep it where my black keeps light.

Make me a mirror of, 
All that I cannot love.
Let me hold the cast, 
Of my favourite years, 
The truth how they gave me here, 
And that that they last, 
Let that be my last.

(Source: rangywoots)