A chat and a glass, a song and a kiss. Give in for memories and it will cost you your t**le. Your home and its history, the stories written between the walls of it. They won't carry you but I'll help you write new ones.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake,
a bit older, a second
chance by your side.
And you know a bit
better than to watch as
streams and rivers...
One day out of hundreds.
A night, a week, history.
It did not take more than
that. It cost you your t**le,
your home and family,
the years you spent on
building it. I helped you
remember what should
or shouldn't have been
remembered.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake, a
bit older, a second chance
by your side. And you
know a bit better than
to watch as streams and
rivers pass.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake,
a bit older, a second
chance by your side.
And you know a bit
better than to watch as
streams and rivers...
One day out of hundreds.
A night, a week, history.
It did not take more than
that. It cost you your t**le,
your home and family,
the years you spent on
building it. I helped you
remember what should
or shouldn't have been
remembered.
We were characters in a
dream. The reasons to try
fell around us like rain.
We couldn't tell them
apart so we watched them
on their way down the
drain. Then you wake, a
bit older, a second chance
by your side. And you
know a bit better than
to watch as streams and
rivers pass.