What if the stars changed its course..
and the moon started to bleed.
are we going to vanish
in plain sight and become a memory?
If so, can we pick up the pieces
and run away like there’s no tomorrow?
Beneath our own little paradise.
Beyond the Mayfield and away from the world.
We chose not to part
and if fate decided to let go..
I pray that our hearts still hold on..
Nevertheless, Nonetheless, never to fold.
The burning desire, the melancholy that echoes.
The undeniable lust and unforgivable needs.
Earthly, divine and powerful..
Keeping the path until our next universe.
Your soul will remember my scent
My heart will follow your steps..
Nevertheless, Nonetheless, never to fold..
We will never let go..
