Moment
Blue sound trafficAnd sealed from all idle hands
A vision to hold on to,
Imprisoned, but safe
So delicately held, so delicately torn
My tongue feels dry, my hands are torn,
But I reach out again...
Such purpose and strain
To treasure so small a prize
No foe, no threat,
Mistreated, so delicately
So delicately sad, so delicately real
So delicately kept from all who'd steal
And mislead you again... and again... and again
All they do is hide you from, from consequence
But nonetheless you'll chance it someday
It's not logical, it's insane
Why treasure this at all?
When all is but a moment,
And all is lost in that moment's time
So delicately sad, so delicately real
So delicately kept from all who'd steal
And mislead you again... and again... and again
All they do is hide you from, from consequence
So delicately sad, so delicately real
You always seemed to me
Way much more than just simple
But to uncover such mysteries is more
More than my worth,
And the moment passes me by