Disappearing in silence sounds tempting just about now In the same silence of your absence Revenge doesn’t feed my blood baby But thinking that this might send a piercing cry shattering your world of corporate rules makes me feel it’s worth the shot A leaf is yellow-sick before the fall And there’s only so much yellowness my skin can take
I’m wearing the first scarf It has always made me feel warm Even though it brings tears to my eyes The smell of the first memories When there was no chase.. No race Just two hands intertwined
Lean back and feel my face slowly crumble and wrinkle to the rushing flow of tears I open my grip and I don’t find you there Having escaped a long time back When I thought the streets were blooming under my feet