Thinking back, it seems that I can lie beside you like I never truly did
In afterglow - no afterwords at all.
Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead
only paying words out, strings of half-forgotten sentiment.
I mean
Imeant
I never really quite could say the way it was.
The first time that we met I thought 'I bet that she's the one"
but I was talking to myself than, as always.
As time went by our steps entwined, unwritten lines grew taut, and I
tried to find a way to make it all safe.
Into the play - what a production!
Into the days and ever more suction
You hold me close, hold me farther
away from yourself - I make me a martyr,
for pain and love go hand in hand
And hand in hand go you and my friend, you are his and I am yours
and I just cannot evade you.
My days are dream, my nights unseemly, stolen moments all I live for,
but theft is no way to persuade you
to come with me, leave him behind you,
my hurtful eyes try to remind you,
it's all I can do to keep on screaming
'I love you, I love you!' - I wish I were dreaming,
but the steps we take all leave footprints.
Sooner or later the whole thing will be blown
You will leave him or I'll be left here, alone.
Either way someone loses someone
I don't mind that, I just would quite like to know who we love the most,
but I guess that's ourselves.
The days are strange, at night we're stangers, lie in bed and lie inside
our heads, we come no closer than as dancers.
Your eyes are change, your presence danger, won't look me in the eye and
yet you kiss, and make up the answer
to all the questions that lie unanswered, unreasoned,
death in the sky, death in the season,
if you leave me now, it might nearly kill me
Remember me?
Remember we three?
It all seemed so important at the time
We came so close to wrecking all our lives
And now it's all just song lines
Time heals,
Time heals
oh, but I still bear the weals
Thinking back, it seems that I can lie beside you as I never truly did
In afterglow - no afterwords at all.
Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead
only paying words out, strings of half-forgotten sentiment.
I mean
Imeant
I never really quite could say the way it was.