And a tear on his lonely eye
A dream for each slumber
And a season on every smile.
And the beginning wasn't the end,
She fasted his daylight
Without missing what she never had.
There remains their trace
Guiding each other's soul steps
Far from the night's puddle face.
Holding the fire to end the storm
Linger a while inside their cry
With the sin once denied.
Hope wouldn't die in the day.
Eventually disappeared the day after
Delivering themselves to the past.
Nor fucking poisoned thoughts
Reach the lovely sounds
Of those familiar voices.