Ambition/Reverie

i want to be in your proximity
until the clocks melt on the wall
i've exhausted my vocabulary
trying to find the perfect words

the pendulum screams that time will never stop
so i'll tape my heart to it, hoping for silence in this

empty house of glass
our love burned out bright too fast

we drown in our ambition
we float in reverie
it was all we were born to know
we live these lives repeatedly

we were skin and bone
occupied by ghosts