Quietly with Tact

Full moon hung in a cloudy sky
Asking questions of where, for and why
Answers that still have no meaning, to us passes by...
Staring at her through a party scene
So scared of touching that elusive dream
Feelings that seem to painful to us passes by

A blindness that comes so quietly with tact
Pretending to have no lack
Of sight which paints so well
A feeling of contentment (in a moment)
All will be black and our only way back
Will be gone
Lost with this song

(He must go try to touch)
That moon in a cloudy sky
Taking the chance to reach up to it not ask why
Holding her hand in fearful rhyme
Touching her depth's and frying to time
Feelings that are so painful to us make us strong ah

A meaning that comes so quietly with tact
Forcing us to have no lack
Of sight which paints so well the feeling of being (in a moment)
All will be white and our only bright lights
Will be within
(Some with his skin)