Desert

There is something beautiful coming towards you and it won't stop but you want it to.

This is the line in the sand,

the decision that enough is enough and 

I can only take so much.

There is something beautiful coming towards you

And nothing is changing

...except for this metaphysical character

That you put a face on

Not me

I didn't tell you who to love

Stop whispering I can't hear you

I can't hear you

I can't hear you

I can't see you

You're gone.

There is something beautiful 

but you won't tell me what it is,

Won't tell me if it's real

Can't describe it

It's just there.

There is something

Under my skin

Telling me

You

Don't

Understand.

There!

there it is!

Right there!

Can't you see? It's beautiful!

It's running, no, sprinting!

No! It's boundless and somehow weightless all at the same time - 

It isn't stopping!

It's going to hit you!

Move! Move!

Can't you hear me?

It's a metaphorical freight train and you're a soon-to-be dead man - 

I won't watch you die,

Not in these arms of mine,

Just move!