Your perfume lingers in my test tubes,
A formula I can't replicate.
I mix the memories with the blues,
But the reaction won't abate.
You were the gold, I was the lead,
A transmutation of the heart.
Now I'm the flame, you're the thread,
A tapestry torn apart.
Oh, I'm the crucible, you're the flame,
A heart that's torn in two.
I'd turn the world to ash just to reclaim,
The elements of you.
The clockwork heart still ticks in my chest,
A mechanism out of time.
Your voice, a spell I can't suppress,
A magic I can't define.
The future's a potion with no name,
A concoction I can't brew.
I stir the memories, ignite the flame,
But the mixture won't come true.
I'm the love, I'm the lack,
A paradox I can't undo.
You're the light I can't bring back,
Even when it burns me through.
Oh, I'm the crucible, you're the flame,
A heart that's torn in two.
I'd turn the world to ash just to reclaim,
The elements of you.
The stars still shine, the night still calls,
But I'm a shadow in the glow.
If love's a war, then let it fall,
And I'll be the alchemist's dilemma.
