To see too much of beauty in a dream that you can never reach might seem a shame. Making that dream not come true is still a shame. Fight the thoughts, light up the neurons, feel good with the very blank lasps....
You need the Lavender eyes.
Everyday you're a hero to all. To be a hero of your own you don't remember. To give up on the daily breath you're suppose to breathe is killing the dream, day by day, night by night. It bids you good bye along with the sunset, into the coastline disappearing into the tides that you loved so much, and yet will never come back. You sit back here thinking... 'It's all fine. I'm building my boat. I'll be there with you soon.' You won't. So....
You need the Lavender eyes.
Watch their thunder, watch their tears, watch their flame, watch their hunger. You don't do thunder, you don't do tears, you don't do flame, you don't do hunger. Then you're not one of them, but still you watch till your heart tumbles over your guts all the time.
You need the Lavender eyes.
Perspective rejoices, and you cry out loud. It stops the world from being from one; but no. Everyone wants you to give an explanation, to give your opinion, to give your word that perspective exists. To debate, to criticise, to argue, to get heart burns and eye sores. You need to say no....
You need the Lavender eyes.
Can't stop the aficionado in your lovers eyes. They will dig for the gold while you scream no, no. The maggot in your eye starts creeping in to your hind head, wailing on its' way 'I will feast, I will feast. I will feast in your sadness like a juicy fest'. You can't stop the lovers, but you can stop the maggot.
You need the Lavender eyes.
You want to live this little alone. You want to get away from them all. You want to start over all new. You want to ask them to fuck off. You want to make sure they follow you not at all. Then you know....
You need the Lavender eyes.
A distant swim, a distant revival. You're finally living the mirage, live it well. Head high with the sun in your eyes you'll see the clouds in you face, and the ocean ripple that carries you high. Sonatas from the mellow crimson caves not too far will fill your imagination with everything in between you and the soul. Fill, fill and fill. Drink till your drop, feed till you drop, live till you drop. See your way out....
You need the Lavender eyes.
