night she kisses someone new never you. You're waiting in the shadows for a chance because you believe at heart, that if you can, show to her what love is
: Things seem so much better when they're not part of your close surroundings. Like words in a letter sent, amplified by the distance. Possibilities
could travel overground to where all you hear is water sounds, lush as the wind upon a tree. I wish I could travel overground to where all you hear is
want me around, I am on my feet to find her, to make sure that she is safe from harm. The sun sets on the war, the day breaks and everything is new
: Your eyes are cold, I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall. I'm on the floor, not listening anymore. I should have known
: You called me after midnight, must have been three years since we last spoke. I slowly tried to bring back, the image of your face from the memories
: And I sat down and said "I don't want to suffer." But she told me she had nothing to offer, no more. I sat down and said "I don't want to suffer
to recognise. But now we know he's onboard, wearing our disguise. If only you and I could trust each other through this, then together we could work out who the enemy is
cast in gold, your image a compensation for me to hold. Parallel lines, move so fast, toward the same point, infinity is as near as it is far.
summer on the Westhill. I lean back and let my eyes just go floating now where they want to float. They seem to take to the horizon. Now I know there is
: There are very many things I would like to say to you, but i've lost my way and I've lost my words. There are very many places I would like to
: Little kids playing in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the playground. I'm following my shadow so I cross the street
travel overground To where all you hear is water sounds Lush as the wind upon a tree I wish I could travel overground To where all you hear is water
Your eyes are cold I know you'll tell me all Not to fall I lean against the wall I'm on the floor Not listening anymore I should have known The things
You called me after midnight, must have been three years since we last spoke. I slowly tried to bring back, the image of your face from the memories
, move so fast toward the same point Infinity is near as it is far Parallel lines, move so fast toward the same point Infinity is near as it is far
, I see summer on the Westhill I lean back and let my eyes just go Floating now where they want to float They seem to, take to the horizon Now I know there is
Things seem so much better when They're not part of your close surroundings Like words in a letter sent Amplified by the distance Possibilities and sweeter