Lines intertwining to our bodies like telephone-wires
we are electrified.
All I want to do is lean on you and disappear to the night,
we feel the change.
Can't help the lasting desire for you tonight.
I want to call you
but hanging-up is the new 'goodbye'.
Only if we could change history.
But words can't change our hearts;
we can't tolerate each other for one more night.
The windows to our past are echoic,
we've been crawling back to revive our sympathetic times.
Living in the future won't bring us to life.
I want to touch you
but repeating history ain't bittersweet.
Only if we could re-write our antiquity.
Feelings can change but we don't know why;
are we out of mind?
The windows to our future are silent,
we shut the blinders and we already begun anew.
Living in the past won't benefit our lives.
But something changed when you stopped touching me. I want to touch you I want to call you but something changed my mind. I want to love you but we can c…
Another day to go by in silence, like the conversations we never had;
like the words we never said 'cause I had enough pain to hold.
But, what's the point of fighting? We all lost a part in this war.
I am grieving before the loss because I am trying to learn what I don't want.
I am crying before the toast, but what's the point of it all?
The laughs still echoing in the mind,
paying tribute to the cries of the heart.
I can't carry you, your soul's like a metallic stone.
I've tried to get your attention, but you couldn't see the red flags.
So, I got lost in the place where I can always find myself - in chaos.
And I am grieving before the loss 'cause I am trying to understand the meaning of it all.
And I don't have any tears to shed, I have became unheard in the aftermath of loss.
Somehow through the time we got lost in the meaning of my pain;
we couldn't work out what's the reason we got each other's attention.
We prayed to the Saint…