Should I pave these streets
With shifting colours
To capture broken dreams
memories made in late summers

The scent, the feel
The sound, the scene
The shape, the sight
The call, true me incite

So far the distance
Between 2 hearts
So close the secret
2 body's inches apart

I can't forget the instant
When we were lost
No warning or symptom
Both no idea the cost

Here we are
No, here we aren't