Gap

And the green never came
There is the rain
To sink the vine
Snort at the empty
Papers in my head wall
To the watering my thirst
I never lost the deep ocean
Where are the hinding stamps
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
This is the shine
In your soundless empire
This is the shine
Of a young man’s desire
Like you
You never been burned in your eyes
Like you
You never been lost in my eyes
Like you
You never been burned in your eyes
Like you
You never been lost in my eyes
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
I’m painting the gap
This is the shine
In your soundless empire
This is the shine
Of a young man’s desire
This is the shine
In your soundless empire
This is the shine
Of a young man’s desire
Desire, desire, desire, desire