Testo Interim Of Sense

I am making something for you
For all the things I never said
I am making a world for us
In the interim of sense

Byzantium leaving
Hell I was honest
In living this way Byzantium leaving
More than I could say

I am making something for you
For all the things I never said
I am baking on the balcony
But tomorrow I will paint you a picture
I’ll paint you a picture
In the ashes of our dreams
I am making something for you
For all the things I said
I am making something for you
(For all the things that are left)

Byzantium leaving Oh I was honest
When I could not stay living this way
Byzantium leaving
Oh I couldn’t stay awake
Byzantium leaving
In the crescent of my father’s shape
In the ashes of the leaves
I was leaving
Well I could not stay
Living this way