even if the stars were made for us,
i can't help but drown from this foreboding brew.

you are sweet; you are nice; you are everything that is right.
i heed your words yet i am still without haste to be in your sights.

even if the clouds part to shine on the world for us,
it still won't help with how i fathom you.

in this crooked deep there is an assuring light.
a fine incentive to hold on to throughout the numbing fights.

but even if the world stopped to steal a moment for us,
i'd rather just bid you a soft adieu.