A Forest of Stars
Left Behind As Static
This life is but an echo of a lost broadcast,
Our voices and our loves,
Just as crackles in static.
I don't want to be left behind here;
When all my others have become as music...
This life is but an echo of a lost broadcast,
Our voices and our loves,
Just as crackles in static.
I don't want to be left behind here;
When all my others have become as music...