Chocolate in paper cups
Early mornings having maths
Long bus drives that never end
Letters I've written but not send

Cinemas next to the port
A falling star that we lost
Photos of us with the sea backround
The waves we reach with no sound

We live in a society oathed to distruct
Too many scratches in a tiny box of love
My mind is racing back and forth
Am I the one, the same I was a moment before?

Sweet shops like the sixties
Nebulae that this magic kisses
You're already too far away
Memories that I'm afraid to make

We are people destined to forget
Too many black holes into which we step
My mind is lost in bright fallen leaves
The rain will turn into light summer breeze