The radio had crooned nothin' is forever,

But whatever's tangible falls apart in my hands.

There ain't no lies when the sky sheds tears of light

and darkness fades to twilight misted grays.

Please explain why I want to run so bad,

Something's calling to me but I can't hear it yet,

and I have to follow something but

I keep getting lost.

Everything seems like it's so close and reachable

but ground splits so easily like skin

of Earth's soft wrists to softly bleed her soul away.

I never cried if a drop of blood fell, and I

wonder if Earth feels each building erected against her


Forever is whatever time makes of it, pain

can only last so long before

Earth will reclaim us to heal her wounded remains.

Why should I worry if all is finite anyway?