Cold Wind Calling - Tired Eyes | Текст песни

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• Cold Wind Calling
• Tired Eyes

Do you remember your last fall, when the leaves change?
We walked side by side down the same streets we always did.
There are so many memories in those sidewalks in those trees and in that wind.
I miss you so badly sometimes, the change of seasons brings a change in me.
I wait for the season to pass so I can pretend I'm okay for another eternity.

Scream to me
Scream to me from wherever you are.
Are you even there at all?
I need to see you again.
Because sometimes, I feel like you aren't there at all.
I've gotten used to your absence but there will always be this lingering absence in me.

Your smile still paints the night like it always did.
You live on through the little things, the subtle things.

I'll keep this notebook as a time capsule, and as a piece of you in me.
And as a cornerstone for all the fighting and struggling that I put myself through in order to find myself again after you went away.

I'll never be the same.
I don't believe in ghosts anymore but I'd like to think that your soul still resides somewhere between these walls because you will always reside in my heart. You will always reside in my heart.

Just run away, just run away and never come back. That's what I keep telling myself but no matter how far I run that sparkle in your tired eyes still glistens in those stars as if nothing ever changed.

But everything changed. Everything changed.

All I know is that I miss you so much. I miss you so much, but you live on through the little things, the subtle things. And I'm okay with that.
Send me a sign tonight to show me that you can still hear me after these years that have passed. I don't want to stop believing that someone is out there listening. Please show me that there is more than what I see.

These years will pass by like wind through the trees, the trees that we watched as they grew and blossomed each year and then fell silent in the winter.
Everything has become winter to me. A cold, dead, desolate landscape. And I can't get myself to care enough to change it.

But God, I miss you so much.
So badly that I want to fall into a dream and never wake up, one where we only exist in those moments that we shared so long ago. I want to fall into a bed of vibrant color and watch the distorted greyscale slip farther and farther away until I can't see it anymore. I always was a dreamer wasn't I? I always your dreamer wasn't I? I was always a dreamer, and now all I can do is dream.
So scream to me from wherever you are,
Well are you even there at all? I need to see you again because sometimes it feels like you aren't there at all. Were you ever here at all?