Do you dream that the world will know your name?

So... tell me your name.
[We do though, don't we? All in our own way want to be known. We long to be recognized, to be wanted.]

And do you care, about all the little things?
Or... anything at all?
[The answer should be simple. The little things are the ones that make us who we are. It isn't where we live, who our parents are, our race, our religion. No. It's our favourite colour, it's loving your best friend, it's enjoying that small hello from a stranger on the street.]

I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside.
I wanna feel.
[I do though. I want to feel without touching]

I wanna sunburn just to know that I'm alive.
just to know I'm alive.
[A sunburn may not be the most pleasant, but it would remind me everyday that I most certainly am alive. And if I'm alive, I know it's for a reason. That sunburn, gives me reason]

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
if I can't see the sun, then maybe I should go.
[I'd feel sad for anyone who'd want to know. To expect death everyday, would be the only thing that would actually kill you]


Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming of Angels on the moon.
Where, everyone you know... never leaves too soon.
[A place where people never leave too soon would be the best place in the world. And anyone who's never experienced that, is luckier than they imagine]




And do you believe in the day that you were born?
Tell me, do you believe?
[I'm sure great things were achieved]

And do you know, that everyday's the first... of the rest of your life.
[Each day that has gone, doesn't exist anymore]

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
if I can't see the sun, then maybe I should go.

Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming of Angels on the moon.
Where, everyone you know... never leaves too soon.


This is to one last day in the shadows, and to know a brothers love.
this is to New York City Angels, and the rivers of our blood.
this is to all of us.


So, don't tell me if I'm dying. Cause I don't wanna know.

You can tell me all your thoughts about the stars that fill polluted skies. And show me where to run to when no one's left to take your side.
[i'll listen]
Don't tell me where the road is, cause I just don't wanna know.
[i'd rather make my own]




[what about you?]

♥b

hold me close, don't ever let me go.