I want to get to a place
Where my stars can align
To feel no sense of time
The feeling where it hurts
No words, touch me I'll burst
The resistance, of an urge
From the feeling that lurks
Let's open the sky and read our rights
To the things that lie in this finite time
I'm bleeding sighs before the night
Waiting for the luminous sight
The feeling I'm choking, the wavelength I'm floating
Red-shifted I see it, the universe is infinite
I ponder the existence of a religious instance
Because maybe things will start to make sense
With or without me
How do those roses smell
With or without you
Oh how I will dwell
With or without me
How do those roses smell
With or without you
Oh how I will dwell