Matchmaker's Haven

in the wake of our denial the world turns over. and we're dressed up to lay to rest a feeling from the inside.

help us get back to the bashful eyes so beautiful, when we're gravestones away from feeling.

beneath the ground is there comfort, a meaning?

oh we're so dangerously close to falling... feel the fall of forlorn lovers,

and just think if we were made to settle for each other that's how we designed it and hide behind it. and stay close to those like they are to us anomolies of our own thinking.