bye bye to all the flashlights
giving up right in the worst nights
of the best days, and
bye bye to all the cheap wine
flowing gently down the drain
soaking wet stains, and
bye bye to all the crayons
leaving fantasies on blank sheets
of reality
good bye, good bye, bye bye
Tag: /lost+found
perfect sunday (without you)
the sun blinds with ease
wave after wave of memories
and I can’t focus on my thoughts
background chatting comes and goes
am I here to forget?
no, I can’t, I’ll just regret
that I am not someone
to understand the master plan
it should be a perfect sunday
it would’ve been a perfect sunday
but it can’t be a perfect sunday
without you
getting out, not giving in
we both contributed sins
to make the days one hour short
running away is a popular sport
blackout
when the moments pass out
and the clock stops to count
and all fades to black
I got thrown off the track
I don’t think I can look into your eyes
as you tell me how the evening went
the things I’ve done and said there
still you’re keeping a bit to yourself
afraid to ask I bite on my lips
and try to apologize once more
when I finally wake up
with a large memory gap
and a feeling that’s not quite
the way that I would like
in next winter
as the last summer went off
as the fall began to knock
as the doors all fell shut
with way too much vines to cut
a lost summer
when the new winter comes
when the cold wind blows along
when the fall quietly fades out
and the leaves freeze on the ground
in next winter
it won’t always be like this (no, no, no, no)
we do a great job to forget (oh, oh, oh, oh)
it will all be over soon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
just one more winter to get through (ah, ah, ah, ah)
la la la
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I said: “you think too much
about the stuff you can’t touch,
but if you wanna make a change,
take your pen and write away,
add another line to
la la la…”
you said: “play this song again,
we can both sing along,
and forget for a while,
hoarding work, there, on a pile,
just out of sight, let’s sing
la la la…”
impressions
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blurry vision of a light
on the other side
does it call my name?
or is this just the lame
old story that they tell
somewhere between heaven and hell
I don’t wanna think so
I don’t wanna think so
feelings
at the end we couldn’t stand to look into our eyes
we’ve tried to forget all the things we shared
it seemed as love is gone forever
but now I can’t cease to think about how it could have been
(it could have been)
I would like to say I’m sorry
I would like that you forgive me
I would like to say I miss you
and I would like to tell I love you