Backwards Marathon - Between the Buried and Me

The early love seems to become jaded 
I'm never expecting this 
Glance towards the mirror, 
Imagination towards the stars 
The endless desire for my one and only true love 
This will never change I predict 
But I do get tired 
If only they knew what push we have given 
For this music 
This happiness that keeps us all sane 
Cold nights seem to force questions 
Not wanting to accept these thoughts 
I have worked and will keep working 
To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life 
Music 
My only love 
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist 
I guess I'm here but it feels weird 
So weird 
To know how weird all this can be 
It seems to never work out like I planned 
Like we planned 

One day it will all come together 
First place desire in the backwards marathon 
Thats all we can ask for 

It's raining...it's raining...it's raining...it's raining 
When the sun comes up, it's still raining 
Slowly we grow 
Weeds turn into 
Smiling trance 
Never mentioned 

The early love seems to become jaded 
I'm never expecting this 
Dance for the mirror 
Imagination towards the stars 
The endless desire for my one and only true love 
Dreams won't let go 
Thoughts will not change 
Can't watch it fly away