If I decide to swallow your words to the back of my throat will you watch me choke hold it in so my lungs collapse / my dreams will blanket my heart I'll find our ocean / I'll find our sleeping sunrise / I still cry / I still dream The wayward stars will guide my hands / my fingers outstretched to our lonely constellation Only a warm breeze and collapsing sands to catch my falling figure No eloquence can be found in these parting words I pray your ears shall find You are beautiful / and I am alone