She's a crossroad, I'm too late

Fiona at Forty

Compositor: Fiona At Forty

Then senses fail, where others would see straight instead.
If you're to pierce through walls send me a word before you're in.
Tonight I'm a wraith and walk the streets with broken wings.
To blow the flame it's easier than succeed.
I say goodbye without giving back the kiss.
The faint light I found, in the same crossroad, fades away.

Would it have been different, if I had come back to get you, come back all the way to get you and danced with you?

If you hold the key, unbolt this coffin.
I'll swim towards the air above this sea.
Don't make me see the end. I'll skip the last scene.
For I used to be dead, now I'm dead and heartless.

Still I am on my knees, shattered to chips and muddling through to gather the parts.