Floating - a hundred million pairs of haunted eyesWatching - an idyllic mindless playground
Glittering - sparkles of lives thats dashed by and flashed by like mine
Reflecting - is a mirorr made of glass under this bridge I stand - and I see a face beneath - could this be the one I was seeking but will never hold in these hands
Escaping - through my fingers like the water in this celestial canal and the sunlight through the leaves that climb the church wallsBreathing - a rush of blood to my head and I hear the tide
Rising - and clashing against the ancient marble stone face that has seen more than it should ever had
but Venice is for fools and merchants and I want to be neither so I am
Fleeing - like pidgeons into the sheltering sky and if I come
Crashing - finally through and break you and me into a thousand tiny pieces I want to be released and sent
Drifting - back to the clouds and repaired with silver threads of lightning
Glittering - sparkles of lives thats dashed by and flashed by like mine
Reflecting - is a mirorr made of glass under this bridge I stand - and I see a face beneath - could this be the one I was seeking but will never hold in these hands
Escaping - through my fingers like the water in this celestial canal and the sunlight through the leaves that climb the church wallsBreathing - a rush of blood to my head and I hear the tide
Rising - and clashing against the ancient marble stone face that has seen more than it should ever had
but Venice is for fools and merchants and I want to be neither so I am
Fleeing - like pidgeons into the sheltering sky and if I come
Crashing - finally through and break you and me into a thousand tiny pieces I want to be released and sent
Drifting - back to the clouds and repaired with silver threads of lightning
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