How do you say I've lost the need for your ways The path it took too many twists I think I took too many risks There is a reservoir of lust To wich I'm permanently hooked
It's not an improvement It's just a denouement
How do you say I've came to miss your tiny ways My body's like a hollow cast A year-long love just wouldn't last I couldn't rest So, instead, I made a mess
It's not an improvement It's just a denouement
There was an exact day When you stopped sending love at the foot of the page The clock baffed our fares in green light Two arms bridged across two beds that night