Whenever I’m down,
she’ll be the purple haze,
Slowly carrying away my woe and
set it ablaze to dwindle my frigidness,
Now I’m singing a soulless blues
while the serene wind
doodling the raindrops on the windowpane,
As time flies in stagnation,
I’m counting the days without her,
Wishing the crazy weeks end rapidly.
In this ridiculous World, we’re both detached by continents,
She’s relishing the twilight while
I’m embracing the Sunlight here,
Telepathy and clairvoyance are what I believe right now,
Sending lots of love and light
to the woman I highly esteem.