Sablan, Benguet

Spleen And Ideal

Don’t look at me
Miserably
There’s no certainty but melancholy
Young but feeling more than old
Something in my mind remains so cold
My senses break like porcelain impossible to mend
This sad marching band that patrols in my soul won’t leave me sane
Will I waste my time to grow
Thinking I’ll be happy tomorrow
The streets are full but I walk alone
The words are empty in spite of the tone
Distress flag won’t flutter on my boat if I persist
‘Cause you are the light in the mist, the force to resist
As far as in crowds where I stand
I get lost in the palm of your hand
Sink
Sink my trouble in the night
you make me forget all my fight
Seize
Want you to seize
Want you to seize my hand
Don’t look back
I won’t look back, I won’t look back
‘Cause we leave tonight all the fights
Forget all that you knew
It’s more than hope, it’s a rope not to fall in the blue
Tell me you see over melancholy
It’s our serenity, our serenity
Leave tonight all the fights
Forget all that you knew
It’s more than hope, it’s a rope not to fall in the blue
Tell me you see over melancholy