The Prophecy

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I lift my lids and all is born again.

How dare you storm in my room?
I see you, ICU's gloom.
You're raining over my June,
awaking me from my tomb.

They said it's darkest just before the dawn,
but I'll make this short story seem long.

So I don't need pledges, call me baby, and I'll trust your myrtle sight.
Plant a seed, a ringside seat,
tighten all the springs inside,
cause the mint on your breath means you'd die for kissing me.
Will you be standing still to clash the prophecy?

My blues, why should I envy your truth?
My wicked ego got bruised.
The wounded pride begs for ruth.

I've missed being pent up for so long.
Always too late to change, when everything is gone.

So I don't need pledges, call me baby, and I'll trust your verdant sight.
Odds to beat, ringside seat.
Say I made you see the light,
cause the mint on your breath means you'd die for kissing me.
Will you be standing still to clash the prophecy?

This days summer broadways and you dream of fetching me.
All the sparks from your touch means we own this chemistry,
cause I don't believe the mouth, when it's turn for eyes to speak.
Will you be standing still to face the prophecy?

Times out, break the fight and they're showing all their flags.
Pistol duel, say I'm your jewel, but your gloves are in my bag.
I said hands down, I guess that we stand the test of time.
I'll be waiting till the
fire sparkle in your lovers’ eyes

Rough edges of burned pages, rose petals in your sight.
Yours to lead, mines to bleed in the sake of breaking heart.
You get close, prodigious birth of love it is to me.
Will you be pulling strings to play my prophecy?

My stitches on your pages
left your ghost in dead of night.
Put your cold light in my wildfire and they swear the sparks will fly.
You get close, prodigious birth of love it is to me.
Will you be pulling strings to play my prophecy?

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I think I made you up inside my head.