halluncinations of pyramids in concave glass

It’s all a matter of flickering promises
With no words ever being spoken
It’s a matter of a hope of a life
Worth living again
It’s love and it’s war and
I’m caught somewhere in
The middle of it all
It’s nowhere I desire to be
It’s just where I lie

I’m laying brick and stone
Building a fortress to protect myself
I would invite you in
But you’re beginning to feel like the enemy

And still, all those feelings set aside,
All I want is to be Alone with you.