The Nothing Else Matters Song

Things fade
they pass me by
My eyelashes wave
The trees sway
Blurred like rainy confusion
Circles and swells of silence
My hopes and dreams my delusions
Someone above the air of relents
Soaring past the things that slip through my fingers
My joy my sadness passing through my being like a screen
I am lost and found in a wave of sobbing tranquility that lingers
Nothing inside of me is as it seems
My outside and insides collide in a beautiful mess
My tears are my drink
My laughter is my food and fullness
I watch for I am the island in a storm that never sinks
My fingers fly to pen who I am
For who am I
Rolling by in this train ride
the steam rises like the ocean
And I am its restless restful tide
I am the one who drank the love potion
The Moon with his beautiful singing face watches me
He watches me with a fervent face
I rest under his gaze that penetrates the ceiling
for none other in the world knows my name
My fingers press against the cold window glass
Some pity me as water streaks down both of our faces
The liquid of the soul and rain tell stories of the past
They rush into a river when I close my eyes and carry me away to lonely accompanied places