How 'It' Is

I am aching now, falling asleep but still thinking, still wandering and meandering through whatever path i've created.

I wrote a song about how I feel, i called it 'Lover'. 'Simple', I said. No joke titles. It's about a girl, some would say a love song - if you can believe that a Clay Statue can write one of those.

'I prefer the luxury of holding my hands up above the flames...'

I sang that with all my passion, about this girl, memories in my head of being underneath a swelling sky, black turning to blue, that feeling of dew upon your clothes from the night before, she feels like a part of you now, wrapped in an embrace they used to write poetry about, smiling, not saying anything but deep in conversation, noticing how the increasing light plays tricks on your mind, convincing you that you've noticed something you've never noticed before.

After you've felt that, waking up in a bed just isn't enough.

'Wake up with my lover (calm now), almost managed to forget myself...'

An aching in my bones now, lonely after only 3 hours alone, I can't think straight.

'If i'm lost then stay with me...'

Just say what you wanted to say....