morning light brings no satisfaction my tea got as cold as my thoughts and affections - to give them all up would mean I have nothing to start with the day after you ....
my Self hides in a book to live someone's story but its plot and its breath with my mind you have stolen and the day after you grass is greener again on the other side
cruel.... the distance is so cruel breaking every rule I've got in my life it's cruel to use my love as a tool proving you are the one who's always been right
I will paint empty steps with the brightest of colors turn the distance into shape - like the clouds do above us and the day afterwards we will know how to find back the things we once lost
cruel.... the distance is so cruel breaking every rule I've got in my life it's cruel to use my love as a tool proving you are the one who's always been right