Silence seems so comfortable
                
      So easily embraced
              That I wrap up
In the serenity
          Of a stagnant schene
Never changing
           Always how I left it

Yet life is like flowing lava
                                        Stay ahead,
                                                      Or get burned

And {You} are in my arms
                                      Held high
                      Like a prize possesion
                                            Worth more then life...
         
                                                                                    ...Itself...

                    And this self-destruct mechanism
                                Seems stuck

                                       ...For now...


Yet I hold you close
                  And you're a cooked grenade
            Waiting only a moment more
                                                   to tear me apart...

             I can only take so much more
                           Of this numbed conversation
                                              And hushed moments

            
But your alabaster face
       Never felt so comforting
Like a  warm summer day
                      Washing over the room

             Yet your words are tangled
Like the vines
             That climb this tower
                         Reaching for your soul
             And someday
My feet will reach the top
         Of this seemingly endless staircase

                                 And the truth is
                                                     
                                                     That's enough for me...