"The Last Love Possible"

The sand grinds between my fingers

Fainted in such brightness, yet agonizing hell

It's hot as the thirst for such presence that still lingers

For a thing that I cannot spell and tell

Love is never logical

I know I'm half responsible.

And that makes me feel horrible.

Made you my altar, my mural, my bible.

Chanting for the last love possible.

Castles collided and debris fallen

Ashes in sky and bodies on the ground

Flowers died nor pollen

Still searching for a pendant nowhere to be found

Love is never logical

I know I'm half responsible.

And that makes me feel horrible.

Made you my altar, my mural, my bible.

Chanting for the last love possible.

I don't really mind begging to skies

And fill thy soul with lies

To break and spill my gut

I always know better, but

Love is never logical

I know I'm half responsible.

And that makes me feel horrible.

Made you my altar, my mural, my bible.

Chanting for the last love possible.