29 April 2012
I miss you already. Ten minutes gone and you're growing cold, Gone is your chance to ever be old, I miss you.
A silly chance, A dare on a rainbow, Nothing playful, only honour, At that time.
And we dance, With the danger on the fences, Twirling in time with the tides, And we live, settled on a boundary, Hidden 'til the end of time.
Forgotten are we, who sing the praise, Of the rush that comes with a fall, Seldom now seen, yet always there, Dying off one by one,
'Cause we love the danger days, The games we play, Running on rocks through the dark, Just because we never fall, It doesn't mean that death won't come to us all...
Forgotten were we, for singing the praise, Of the rush that comes with a fall, Never they see, you and me, Dodging throughout them all...
And I miss the danger days, Just you and me, We were gonna out-run them all, And now you're gone.
The Danger Days • Opuss № I